Just a few days ago, I traveled about 149 miles South of San Francisco and I stayed at a Ranch Hotel complex that was surrounded by hot, dry open space and orchards of stiff, dry, dusty trees. I felt only the owners of the Hotel were rich and everyone else was a slave. I felt bad. I felt sad. I felt lonely and alone. I wanted to make the smallest impact, create the least amount of work for the housekeeper, so I stripped all the towels, and wiped everything down in the bathroom, but the person I was with wouldn’t let me strip the bed because she said she had paid a cleaning fee, but I knew the housekeeper never saw that. I felt guilty and exhausted, and that I spent too much money on one overnight stay.