How to Choose a Hotel

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           As a matter of fact, to this day we don't know what our guiding principle was when we picked out a hotel in a city that was new to us. Usually we would roll slowly through the streets, silently letting several hotels pass us by as if we knew something bad about them, and equally silently, without agreeing on it beforehand, we would stop at the next hotel, as if we knew something good about it. We don't know what played a larger role here, our writerly instinct or the experience of Mister Adams, an old hand at traveling, but the hotel always met our needs. The hotels we rejected would probably have been just as good. A little four-dollar room for two, good beds with some give, several blankets, and pillows as flat as a dollar bill, bathrooms with a white mosaic floor, and the eternally hissing central heat.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Santa Fe.