"Be whisked away by one unfolding surprise after the next", read the brochure for the hotel where my hosts lodged me. And indeed, I was surprised rather frequently during my stay, mostly by the beautiful artwork all over the place, like this wall one saw upon exiting the elevator on my floor:
or the artwork in the lobby:
or the time when I came back to my hotel room to find in it a lit candle.
But my greatest surprise came my second day there, when I exited the elevator on my floor and was taken aback to see that they had switched the artwork in front of the elevators! It now looked like this:
I walked to my room and saw that the cleaning crew was in it. When I peaked inside the room, I was even more surprised to see that none of the items in the room looked like mine.
I was on the wrong floor.