6th floor view = palm trees and that quiet “you-should-be-relaxing” breeze. I took 57 photos and lovingly committed 56 to the recycle bin. 

Growth.

8:00 AM, I became a buffet problem. They had everything: sushi, Indonesian staples, American breakfast, Indian curry, and—be still my heart—gudeg.

Gudeg.: sweet, a little funny, totally lovable.

Confession plate: I mixed soto with bubur (porridge) instead of rice. 

Been doing that since high school. 10/10, judge me later.

Ate too much → tummy drama → power nap → guilt stretch → pool time.

They’ve got indoor and outdoor pools. Fancy! Do I swim? Absolutely not.

I walk in the water like a confused flamingo and call it “aquatic ninja training.” The outdoor pool was so quiet I started wondering if I’d accidentally rented the whole hotel. 

Hello? Echo?

I fell in love with Sheraton’s robe/kimono situation. If anyone knows where to buy that exact comfy cloud, report immediately.

One day, zero plans, maximum reset. Sometimes boring is the point.