Oh the hotels! I honestly don't mind anything else--the crowded planes, the crying kids, the crazy airport security checks, the hauling of luggage. But the hotels just kill me. Seems we(or I) always end up with a noisy room with noisy neighbors, a snippy hotel staff that doesn't want to change us to a quieter room, maids that riffle through my suitcase, and management that always wants to charge me upon check-out for cracking open the wet-bar frig to store my bread and cheese. I hate the hotels. Sometimes I think I'd rather sleep in the airport.