Our hearts weigh heavy as we draft this missive, a reflection on the highs and lows of our recent sojourn to Islander resort. Allow us to recount our tale, a narrative of moments both sublime and disheartening, spent within the confines of Room 152. As we crossed the threshold into our temporary abode, a sense of anticipation mingled with the salt-laden breeze that wafted through the open door. The room, a sanctuary of cleanliness and order, greeted us with open arms, promising respite from the rigors of daily life. Yet, our joy was tempered by a disconcerting discovery: the garden door led to a lovely tropical setting and a confusing arrangement of teak furnishings, beyond which was a portal to paradise. Unfortunately, to leave through this door would have left us vulnerable and unsecured, because we could only lock it from the inside and leave out the front door to reach either the fire-pit or sun-kissed shores beyond. Undeterred, we ventured forth, navigating a circuitous route past the humdrum trappings of maintenance, longing for the simplicity of a direct path to serenity. Our request at the front desk for a key to be able to lock the back door fell upon deaf ears, met with a dismissive shrug and a disheartening refrain: "There is no key and I’m just a desk clerk." Despite these initial setbacks, we found solace in the culinary delights that graced our table and the attentive service of your dedicated staff. The sun-drenched days unfolded in a haze of contentment, punctuated by the soothing rustle of palm fronds and the languid embrace of rented cabanas. Yet, as twilight descended upon the island, a disquieting disturbance shattered the tranquility of our evenings. With unnerving regularity, the overhead fan fell silent, usurped by the harsh glare of an unbidden light. Night after night, we were roused from our slumber by this unwelcome intrusion, our pleas for respite falling on deaf ears. Though we raised our concerns with the hope of redress, our pleas were met with assurances that proved hollow in the face of continued disruptions. The promise of resolution remained elusive, a fleeting mirage on the horizon of our discontent. In the wake of our departure, we are left with a bittersweet taste upon our tongues, a mingling of gratitude for moments of joy and regret for opportunities lost. We implore you to heed the lessons of our shared experience. Let our trials serve as a beacon, guiding you towards a future where every guest is welcomed with open arms and every stay is a testament to the transformative power of hospitality.