Once some time passed and I felt brave enough I went down to the reception and demanded a key to lock out the room from the inside while we slept. Some minimum wage doesn't really care dude, tried to explain that there was no key and nothing bad happened just an unhappy customer. 

He tried to tell me we were safe as he was there.

This trip felt like a quiet and gentle celebration of all that I am as a unique individual as well as how far I have come in my mental and physical health recovery.

One of the days I walked 21K steps. That is epic for a recovering spoonie with tendonitis.

I was filled daily with so much love, amazement and appreciation for who I am and all the living I've done given the many hurdles I've tripped over.