Back in the '90's we spent a month in America every year on vacation. We'd just pick up a car rental and hit the road, nothing planned, nothing booked, no contact with home, free as a bird. In the Spring of '92 we flew into Orlando and hit the road, first stop the Kennedy space centre. Over the next week we worked our way down the Atlantic coast, never stopping more than one night in any motel.
Wanting to spend a bit more time in Miami we opted to book in to a motel in Homestead and use the monorail to travel into the city. My wife always did the deal with the motel front desk, checking out the room and agreeing the price while I sat in the car minding our luggage. After checking out a couple of motels that didn't come up to expectations we pulled up outside The Fairlawn and she went to check things out.
Ten minutes later she returned with a big grin, gave me a thumbs up and pointed to drive through the archway and held up seven fingers, room 7. Walking down from the office with the key and paperwork in her hand, the grin still plastered across her face, she met me at the door. " This one's different" she said throwing open the door to reveal a room covered from floor to ceiling with mirrors. There was even a massive mirror fitted on the ceiling above the bed. "Popular with newly weds apparently, but I guessed you would like it"
"You guessed right" I said, "We've been married 3 years but I'm sure we can dream up some way of having fun in here" She winked at me and nodded her head, already planning our evening seemingly. I brought the bags in and we unpacked enough to see us through our stay and headed out for some food. An hour later we were back in the room and my wife disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower running and she sang loudly, " You were always on my mind", our wedding dance number.