Rachie, this one's for you!

My sister asked about the "unfortunate event", so I will let you read Ryan's review of the Manresa Castle. I use the word Manresa'd, Ryan uses the word Manrese.

We have a new word in our family vocabulary -- Manrese-- which means to misrepresent something and consequently leave someone in a state of seething disappointment. The castle is old-- grandma doily old-- and lacks charm. The foyer is small and musty. The stairs are steep and the elevator is only operated by the overworked gal behind the reception bench-- imagine standing around with your arms full of baggage for ten minutes to get a ride up to the third floor; also imagine waiting ten minutes for the concierge to come back so you can check in/out. The rooms are awkward and cheaply decorated. Every door has a fogged window at eye level that allows people in the hallway to make out general shapes in the room -- this comes in handy when you are a 14-year-old who wants to press your nose up against the window and make groaning noises at the couple down the hall enjoying their marital rights. I guess if you are dying to stay in an old place that cannot be updated due to historical landmark laws and pay $200/night to do so, and you like stairs, and oddly shaped old rooms with water-stained windows, this is your place.