Looking out my Backdoor: The Sleaziest Hotel in Chacala

We told her. We told her. Never again is she allowed to pick the hotel.

“The owner is really nice,” she said.

“Yes, the owner is a nice man; his wife is nice, his three-year-old daughter is cute.” The hotel is sleazy.

Not sleazy in the way of an immoral business conducted in a hotel on the outer edge of town posting hourly rates, but sleazy in the way of shabby, dirty, sordid, inadequate and unpleasant.

In her defense, she didn’t know and none of us checked it out before we booked.

I suppose we’ve all had an experience like this, if we’ve traveled. I remember a motel off the highway on the way...