Our “hotel” was a mix of insane asylum, old folks home, prison, and rehab center. Part 3 is the best. The beeeeeeeeeest.
WELCOME TO HELLTEL
THE JOURNEY CONTINUES
PRISON
LETS GO SWIMMING
For the record, we didn’t end up staying at this monstrosity. God bless Hampton Inns.
CESPEDES FAMILY BARBECUE 
Did you even check in at the front desk (if there was one) — or did you scope it out before encountering any hotel employees?