I'd forgotten until you wrote this the way that hotels were an adventure for me when I was a kid. It's not just the pool (though the pool is a major attraction). There's strange corridors and trying to remember the way to the ice machine, and being evil and flippin people's 'do not disturb' signs over to say 'please clean early' until a parent catches you and you go and change them all back again, and different views and different accomodations, and who knows, maybe a jaccuzzi somewhere.

It all comes back - a hotel is a /place/, full of interest. When people get too old and have spent too much time travelling, hotels - unless one splurges on some super-fahncy something-or-other is just somewhere to go back to when you don't have anything better to do. It's better when it's unfamiliar and exciting. Thank heaven you (intentionally or no) set aside some time for Delia and Fiona to enjoy the hotel itself.