So this one really should be called a Dream Hotel, while I’m not sure I want to stay there, although maybe I do, just by looking at the pictures I’m having these wild cravings to be beating a drum and chanting some sort of Indian sunshine dance. Bobbing hotel rooms as spheres hanging from trees in the sky… beautiful idea. I am absolutely certain that my husband would go wild for this. Maybe for a bachelor party for him and the boys. By the way, if you’re curious, these are in Vancouver, careful planning around any rain would be recommended.