Tuesday, February 26, 2019

Day 134: Hotel Room


Write about a memorable experience you have had staying at a hotel.



Not including a cruise ship room, I would say the most memorable hotel room was in Cancun.  With five of us, we traveled on a strict budget.  We didn’t stay at a ritzy resort like the Hard Rock hotels.  We did tour it.  Someday that would be delightful.  No, we stayed in a cheap resort.

When we walked into the room, we knew we would have to be on our best behavior.  The two beds were single.  Uff da.  We asked for a rollaway.  They brought us a crib.  My husband asked if they would look at our two teenaged boys and our tall ten year old daughter to see which they would prefer us to put in a crib.  They finally brought in a bigger bed.  Now, with the dimension of the room, we had to push the twins together which gave us a foot between them and the wall on the left.  There were two feet between the right and the rollaway which hugged the right wall. We had a three foot path along the far wall to get to the door and tiny bathroom.  Yes, we resembled sardines!

The second to last day of our stay, a water pipe blew.  As we walked to our room, we had to walk through about two inches of water.  I imagined walking into a complete disaster, luggage, clothes, everything wet.  Water spilled out of our neighbor's room but ended at their door.  We opened our door, and everything was dry.  Crisis averted.

I do have a confession to make.  This was our last vacation as the Richard five.  I loved the togetherness of our tiny room.  We had a delightful time jet skiing, snorkeling, visiting the ruins, laying on the beach, playing games, and breaking bread.  Someday it would be delightful to go on another big family vacation.  Until then, we enjoy bigger room with just the three of us.

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