We opted to stay in the airport hotel because we were arriving late and had an early flight to the island. Check in went great and we walked in to a very nice room on an upper floor. After a long drive, a cocktail sounded wonderful. So I went to make my way to the hotel bar. That’s when the trouble started. I went to the elevator we had just come up, and none were working. Being sure they would be fixed soon, I hiked down the 13 floors to the lobby, and enjoyed said cocktail. Now, 30 minutes later, still no elevator to get back to the room and no communication as to when they might be available. So I climbed the 13 flights of stairs back to the room. Feeling sweaty, out of breath, but somewhat accomplished, I began the wind down for the night, being sure they would be fixed by morning. Early the next morning, we packed up to head out on our island adventure. We made our way to the elevators, and……nothing. Still not fixed. We called down to the front desk and were told “sorry, they’re out of order.” So I got to carry two full scuba kits and a large suitcase down 13 flights of stairs while my petite wife followed with three carryons. I understand things break down sometimes, but I just can’t help but think there must’ve been a service elevator, some strapping college kids working night shift, or some other available option the hotel could have offered beyond “sorry, they’re out of order.”