So. I have a thing for hotels. A big thing, actually. Something about the white towels and linens that are always crisp, but never uninviting. The problem? I hate traveling. I love my couch, and tourist attractions have just never really tickled my fancy.

But the Avalon? For THIS, I would travel to Sweden, where I know of nothing, other than the fact that it’s in some way related to IKEA. But can you blame me? The fabulous interiors, the spacious rooms? Whew. I’m headed to check flight prices…