We had to walk around piles of lumber and under construction signs to get to our romantic luxury cabin in the woods. The less than friendly woman at the desk had handed us a key and pointed us in the right direction. The lime green one room shack wasn't even locked, and my new husband quickly squashed a huge spider while carrying me over the threshold. He threw me down on the bed and flipped on the light, revealing a stained comforter and a rusty old chair in the corner. If flipped the light back off, and fell down beside me. "Should we go?," he asked, frustrated. "Let's make the best of it," I said, hoping he could hear me over the sound of dripping water.