Got an amazing room and a very pricey inn. Had a great dinner in a super romantic court yard complete with violinist. Finished off a bottle of wine and the gf and I decided to make our way to the room. About 2am I hear the water running in the bathroom but the gf is still in bed. I shrugged it off and got up to turn it off. As soon as my feet hit the floor it shut off. Uh... what? I get up and walk the room and check the door to see it it's locked. Everything seemed fine so I went back to bed. Weird shit happened all night long including my gf sleep walking onto to balcony and sitting down at a small table. In the morning I woke up and the chairs from around the room were all turned facing the walls and the gf is gone. I go outside and wake her up and she says "I had a dream I was drinking tea and writing." WTF. Get me outta this place. Turns out the wife of the owner of the inn lived in that room while they built the inn and would sit on the balcony drinking tea and writing. NOPE NOPE NOPE