Oh, Z Hotel, how I miss you so. You were kind to us. Your Phillipe Stark interiors were fun. Your sand was soft. Your rain storms were brief. Your beach hagglers sang soothing jingles of “coconut, fresh, coconut, fresh, coconut, fresh, tourist, juice, coconut, juice, coconut.” Your massages were cheap and plentiful. Your nearby restaurants/bars were delicious and casual. Your water was clear. Your geckos were festive. And your pool, oh my that pool. We had three rooms, all facing the ocean. Mine was approximately 9 seconds from the pool. The WiFi was…adequate.