Hello Carol: I was your dad's sponsor while stationed at san Pablo.(commissary) Am currently living in Fairfield, Calif, close to Travis AFB. We left Spain in 1968. (Friday the 13th, the bus for Rota wouldn't start, luck of the irish!) I do not remember the name of the hotel that you asked about, but I do remember shortly after your arrival from Holland, your Dad didn't call the store, so I went to the hotel to insure all was well. It was during winter and everyone used those space (kerosene) heaters, which can cause a problem without proper ventilation.Thankfully, all was well).I also remember the day that your dad cut part of his finger off (I believe it also was another Fri 13th). He came out of the meat market with his hand wrapped in his butcher apron, lot's of blood on the apron. Your dad was always in a fun mode, and I thought this is one of his jokes. When I saw him stagger, I knew it was for real and rushed over for assistance along with Mr Walker Commissary and Mr Brissom (Asst commissary officer).Your Dad tried to talk the doctors out of cutting the finger off above the knuckle, as he was into skeet shooting, and instead to cutting the finger below the knuckle, so that he could grip his weapon easily. Of course the doctor want's to save as much as possible, so the cut was above the knuckle. Your DAD was't a happy camper on that one.Will say Adios for now. Please E-Mail me back, keep in touch. I talked with your Dad (telephone) a few times (usually during the Xmas Holidays) before his passing.I sure wish we could have had a visit or two over coffee.All the best to you and your family. Mike Smandra