Our executive suite seemingly brought all of my children’s Home Alone fantasies to life. “Yeah, except we’re not home and we’re not alone,” retorted my son, to which I responded in a calm fashion, that I was referring to Home Alone 2: Lost in New York, and wasn’t this room a similar space of huge beds, modernist stylings and a vast bath. “We’re not alone though,” he said, but I rose above that and chose to move on with my life. But the point is, the rooms are the kind that produce a sigh of contentment, an immediate donning of robe and slippers, and a solemn vow not to go outside during the entire trip.