The Mexican Ritz

Seems I have a knack for picking interesting accommodations...

After telling a couple of hotel-nightmare stories, some of my faint-hearted friends have said they might go on vacation with me, but will never let me pick where we stay.

They think I have a knack for picking bad hotels.

The following story will do nothing to change that impression.

The Hussong’s Express

Back in the late 1970s – when I lived in San Diego a…

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