Nah, I wasn’t staying at a hotel. I had gone to Mexico with my childhood church for evangelism reasons, back when you could cross the border with just your birth certificate. We were staying in a building converted to a bunkhouse that was owned by the church. One room full of bunkbeds for the women, one room for the men, basic kitchenette, one bathroom for each gender, no laundry, couldn’t leave without a chaperone.

It was the worst vacation I’ve ever had.