“Sorry you’re at the wrong hotel” was my welcome to Miami. In my last post I wrote that I wouldn’t be relaxing on Sunday. That’s because we thought we were going to The Winter Party via the hotel we were staying at, the Doubletree Surfcomber. We sort of knew something was off because the hotel didn’t let us know that it was hosting the party when we booked it, and we only learned about the party about a week ago when browsing through the hotel’s website.
To make a long story short, it turned out that there was a mixup and we were actually staying at another Doubletree, the Ocean Point Resort and Spa which was also on Collins and also had an address starting with 17. Rebecca, Allie and I were super flustered so we jumped in a cab to a mystery hotel that we hadn’t even looked into.
Then we got Doubltree cookies. Problem solved.
We dropped our bags off at the front desk and changed into our bathing suits so we could head to the beach for a relaxing day in the sun. When we got to our room later that afternoon we discovered that it wreaked of cigarette smoke. I called downstairs, and thanks to my dad’s Hilton Honors status (he travels a lot for work), we got upgraded to a suite.
We had a full kitchen, living room, two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s crazy how things work out sometimes. Allie and I shared the master suite: