WillT...... well..MY first trip to Europe..... El husband (before lithium) decides we MUST leave Canterbury and go to France that nite. Hovercraft from Dover to Calais. I smell FOOD. (No kidding.) Then we head toward Mt. St. Michel (Now dusk). Find lovely town (can't remember name) with picture book cafe...(shutters, window boxes, old trees, etc.) Alas, they have no more rooms. Have WONDERFUL dinner. Find last room in town. Have repressed where. Peptobismal pink spread on bed which takes up 7/8's of room (I have to walk across bed to exit.) Bathrooom (down hall) has cement floor, drain. I have recollections of a pull chain.
Next morning we exited into a lovely ancient square filled with children on their way to school.
Don't get me started on B&Bs in England.

Grandma.

You're right - such stories can be more fun than getting everything perfect.