3/5 The Alder M. 6 years ago on Google • 3 reviews
The
place
looked
pretty
nice,
and
it
was
very
comfortable.
Except
for
some
problems.
Me
and
my
husband
went
on
our
honey
moon
there.
The
first
thing
we
do
is
take
a
shower
but
find
a
death
trap.
A
bathroom
coated
in
extra
slippery
flooring
and
a
shower
mat
enough
for
one
small
child.
Survining
the
shower
was
a
feat,
and
now,
I
think,
we
are
honorary
Vikings,
after,
as
soon
as
things
started
getting
frisky
I
get
up
to
use
the
bathroom,
to
find
it
locked.
Turned
out
the
last
person
that
was
there
locked
the
bathroom
door
and
left
it
open
and
either
me
or
my
husband
closed
it
after
a
shower
not
thinking
about
it.
We
call
to
the
entrance
for
assistance,
and
where
told
"the
bathroom
doors
don't
lock."
Okay.
So
we
try
again
but
the
bathroom
is
EXTREMELY
good
at
pretending
to
be
locked.
So
we
call
again.
That's
when
the
man
with
the
shot
gun
came.
He
was
very
helpful
and
I
got
a
great
picture
with
him.
He
wasn't
able
to
get
the
door
open
so
he
left.
Thus
me
and
my
husband
waited
longer,
and
we
started
being
frisky
again,
it
being
our
first
time
(long
distance
relationships
suck
but
are
worth
it)
and
I
get
his
shirt
off
and
The
man
with
the
shot
gun
came
back.
He
had
more
keys
to
try.
And
was
finally
able
to
open
the
door
with
the
magical
key
ring
of
endless
keys.
Wonderful.
I
can
finally
release
what
I
had
been
holding
and
after
a
while
of
metal
music
and
getting
each
of
us
back
into
the
mood
with
some
role
play.
Finally
things
are
getting
really
hot
and
heavy
when
my
husband's
phone
rings!
It's
his
mother
trying
to
convince
us
to
go
on
a
trip
to
Antigua
that
we
would
rather
spend
in
bed
together.
I
SHOULDN'T
blame
the
hotel
for
THIS
interruption.
.
.
.
But
I
do.
The
rest
of
the
night
went
really
well.
Finally
no
interruptions.
Though
we
were
expecting
them.
Then
a
wonderful
night's
rest.
In
the
morning
my
husband
decided
that
he
HAD
to
go
swimming
with
me
in
the
pool.
Though,
almost
immediently
we
found
we
suck
at
packing
when
being
too
excited
about
the
wedding.
Me
with
no
extra
underware,
no
swim
suit,
no
shoes
other
than
the
wedding
one's,
and
my
husband
with
a
swim
suit
and
extra
underware
but
nothing
else.
Even
thus,
we
HAD
to
go
swimming.
To
say
the
water
was
ice
cold
is
an
understatement.
He
man
enough
to
jump
in
the
water
to
save
a
bee
that
was
dumb
enough
to
attempt
the
swim.
I
got
in
at
a
much
slower
rate
the
cold,
I
exaggerate,
numbed
my
nerve
ends.
So
we
were
able
to
finally
swim.
Though
the
pool
was
dirty,
we
enjoyed
our
selves.
Back
in
the
room
we
find
we
have
three
hours
till
1pm,
our
check
out
time.
So
we
decided
to
get
frisky
again.
This
time
something
new.
One
hour
later,
at
the
ass
of
the
fun
*wink
wink
nudge
nudge*
we
get
a
loud
knock
at
the
door.
No
man
with
a
shot
gun.
But
some
one
informing
us
that
we
had
to
get
out
in
an
hour.
(Noon)
a
full
hour
before
when
we
were
told.
That
sucked.
Since
we
had
a
car
picking
us
up
at
2.
So,
maybe
we
would
try
out
the
cafe.
that
should
be
pretty
good.
*Looks
at
the
prices*
oh,
no.
Never
mind.
Maybe
we
will
get
some
toast.
Should
get
a
fair
amount
for
the
price.
Nope.
Though
I
WILL
admit
it
was
pretty
tasty.
We
would
have
just
hung
around
and
browsed
the
internet.
But
neither
of
our
phones
could
connect
to
the
internet
for
longer
that
30
seconds
before
it
would
drop
and
of
course
no
cell
service
there.
I
was
able
to
get
my
hand
on
some
paper
and
a
pencil
so
we
could
draw
till
our
ride
showed
up
an
hour
late.
All
in
all
it
made
for
a
great
story
to
tell.
But
not
one
I
would
willingly
do
again.