At our hotel, Adobe Guadalupe, we met our host. I didn’t realize we’d have a host, but he knew our names. He poured us each a drink and gave us a tour of the mansion, which was magnificent, and told us we had free rein. Would we like to do a wine tasting? Of course! We should retire to our room until he called us.
Room keys? “We have none. No one locks their doors here.”