Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Royalty? I Think Not!

Plans are finalized and it is official. We are going to Dublin, Ireland for Christmas! But I am afraid there is a problem...

Ten years ago, when we were newlyweds and living in far west Texas, we decided to take a trip to the great east. We went all the way to San Antonio, Texas! Hey, for a couple of kids from west Texas, that was pretty exotic! I got on the dial-up Internet and book a hotel room for our stay. At church a few days later we were telling people about our upcoming trip and how I had so cleverly already booked a hotel for us ONLINE...oohhh ahhhh! One of the church members told us that there were much cheaper hotels to be found easily in San Antonio when we got there. She being older and wiser than my 24 year old self, took her advice and unbook our hotel room.

We get to San Antonio and find that there are several convictions going on with many hotels booked solid plus it was Spring break. This was pre-GPS, pre-internet capable phones, pre-anything useful. So we drove around asking where some cheaper hotels were. We managed to find one that fit our budget. It wasn't in a good neighborhood and there was a mirror on the ceiling. There were so many other little things that should have tipped us off to the fact that we shouldn't stay there. Like the guy at the bus stop who was trying to get out of gang life and offered me some of his 40. Nice guy! He told us how sometimes he reads the Bible, but he didn't want anyone else to know since it might ruin his reputation. I even discussed his tattoos with him to Frankie's horror. Like I said, signs, but we were young, naive, and from small towns. What did we know??

Now, I can sleep anywhere, anytime. Let my head hit a pillow and I am out! Frankie on the other hand doesn't sleep well in his own bed in his own house, so he was up most of the night. Come morning he wakes me up and tells me that he heard gunfire and we were not staying another night. We didn't. The name of the hotel...Royal Inn Motel.

Several years later we are driving back home from visiting family. It is late and we are tired and still hours from home. We told each other that the next hotel we saw we were stopping. We find one and get a room for the night. It isn't the best hotel, but it was clean-ish and we were tired. Frankie goes into the bathroom around midnight and sees used drug needles in the broken light fixture in the ceiling. We call the police and the front desk. The hotel returns our money, the cops come and take the drug paraphernalia away and we leave. The name of the hotel...Royal Inn.

After that we avoided all things Royal, especially hotels. So, here is the problem that we didn't realize until too late. The name of the hotel that we are staying at in Ireland...Royal Marina.

This has potential for disaster. ;)