First I go to get extra bedding for my daughter and find bloody towels hidden up there, then a stranger walks into our room and says we aren't supposed to be there she just rented it. Then the replacement keys for that incident didn't work so back down to the desk I go. It's a good thing I'm in a good mood because I'm on my way to see my family for the first time in 8 years.

When I made the to California reservations I made reservations for handicapped rooms, called the locations to confirm, wrote the name of whomever I confirmed with and took the printed out reservation paperwork with me. I hate surprises at the end of long days of driving ...

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