Oops. You Dropped a Star There, Buddy.

During the Europe trip this summer, we stayed at various hotels, including this one, the Park Hotel Villamaria.


Apparently, it was a four-star hotel at some point.

For some reason, they lost a star.

I spent my time at that hotel trying to find a reason why they'd lose a star. These are the worst things I could find:

Their breakfast butter is made of donkeys.

For gringos, burro is donkey in Spanish.

The paintings on their walls feature paedophilia.


When Dane went to check his email on their computer, he was bombarded with ads.


Weird ads.


They order the special kind of National Geographic:


...the kind with a list of requirements for the Mile High Club.

And here I thought all you had to do was have sex in a plane.

Well, the hotel did have some pretty weird stuff, but nothing worth revoking a star.

Who does the rating, anyway?

Whoever they are, they're probably the type of people who would rent meatwagons.