The first time I arrived to the San Pablo reservoir on a Tuesday morning in September, the hotel looked like a scene from a dystopian science fiction novel.
The hotel was empty and its walls were covered in graffiti, the remnants of the vandalism the owners left behind.
I knew I had to get there to find my dream hotel.
But the reservation system at the reservoir had been down for months, so it took a while for a staff member to get me a reservation.
The reservation was only for two nights, so I had a few hours to decide.
As a student, I was in college and had no plans to leave home.
I didn’t know how to use a smartphone, so the staff member at the hotel took me to the reception desk to register my reservation.
I was told I needed to come to the hotel at 6:30 a.m. or else I wouldn’t be allowed to stay there.
I had an appointment to come in at 8 a.b.m., but the reservation had already been made.
I couldn’t go on my first night because I was late, but the second night would be my last.
Theres no other option.
I got an email a few days later that the reservation was canceled and I needed a new reservation.
I booked my first reservation with an online booking app, but as I sat there, I had my eyes glued to the reservation board.
The lines for reservations grew longer every day, and I was starting to get sick of waiting for people to show up.
I was in the dark.
The staff at the San Diego hotel had been telling me that they were getting hit with the highest rate of cancellations in years, and that it was costing them millions of dollars in lost revenue.
And then the first person to book a reservation in San Francisco was hit with a cancellation.
Theres a lot going on here.
But I decided to take it.
I decided I had no choice.
I started to look for other hotels in the area, but my eyes quickly caught sight of the San Pablos Reservoir.
As I walked down the street in San Diego, I saw the word “reservation” on the side of every building.
I remembered reading about it in a book about the San Francisco Giants, and it reminded me of how much I loved the San Bernadino Reservoir when I was a kid.
The Reservation system in San Pablo Reservoir has been down since June, according to the city.
The next day, I decided that I was going to check out the Reservoir, and after I did, I went to check it out myself.
I walked in the door and the reservation desk was empty.
It was a surreal moment.
The room was dark and I didn