So let's talk about this hotel a little

I've stayed in a bunch of hotels. Hotels are funny things, full of what they call rooms that are unlike any other kind of room in any kind of house, unless you have a room with a teeny balcony, individual climate control, a bathroom, a TV housed in a dresser, and a small refrigerator full of drinks and snacks that you can purchase for an outrageous fee.

One of the nice things about traveling to places that are out of the way or in less populated areas is that they tend to be more idiosyncratic. Major chain hotels in big cities and suburbs tend to be remarkably the same. I remember that Stevie Wonder, the blind singer, always stayed in Holiday Inns because all the rooms are identical.

In the Caribbean, however, even the chain hotels have their oddities. We're staying at a Wyndham hotel. I don't know much about Wyndham hotels. It's pleasant to say and it has the kind of upscale sound one might come up with someone were trying to name a hotel, like Otis Spunkmeyer (which was made up by the owner's kid) or Mr. Clean, (one should note that Orville Redenbacher was a real person). 

Okay, we just had an earthquake, but I will neither give credit nor blame that on the hotel, since I'm guessing people in other locales (like Puerto Rico, where it was centered).

I've stayed in a bunch of hotels. Hotels are funny things, full of what they call rooms that are unlike any other kind of room in any kind of house, unless you have a room with a teeny balcony, individual climate control, a bathroom, a TV housed in a dresser, and a small refrigerator full of drinks and snacks that you can purchase for an outrageous fee.

One of the nice things about traveling to places that are out of the way or in less populated areas is that they tend to be more idiosyncratic. Major chain hotels in big cities and suburbs tend to be remarkably the same. I remember that Stevie Wonder, the blind singer, always stayed in Holiday Inns because all the rooms are identical.

In the Caribbean, however, even the chain hotels have their oddities. We're staying at a Wyndham hotel. I don't know much about Wyndham hotels. It's pleasant to say and it has the kind of upscale sound one might come up with someone were trying to name a hotel, like Otis Spunkmeyer (which was made up by the owner's kid) or Mr. Clean, (one should note that Orville Redenbacher was a real person). 

Okay, we just had an earthquake, but I will neither give credit nor blame that on the hotel, since I'm guessing people in other locales (like Puerto Rico, where it was centered).

Walk around that level until you arrive at another elevator, which takes you down to the stairs (99 they say) that take you down to the beach.

Along the way, you may be struck by the large number of cats you see. Yes, cats. At one point there is a sign that says you are in a "cat-friendly" hotel and that they are spayed, fed and cared for. This doesn't really explain the one staring up at us as we ate dinner the other night, but okay. At least they're not eating the iguanas. I've gone back and looked at the hotel's description and there's nothing about cats mentioned. I'm guessing that if you were a hotel you wouldn't mention that there were a couple of dozen cats roaming the property, properly cared for or not.

This is what is called an "all-inclusive" hotel. This means that all of your food and drinks are included, except for whatever isn't (lobsters, lattes, laxatives). It also means that you're given incentive not to eat out. I don't love eating out so that's not a huge deal. But how much buffet food can one eat, even if it's not bad.

And I'm very upset because I missed coconut bowling yesterday.