My wife and I checked into a hotel in Spain that was built for royalty and now caters to the rich and famous. I felt like I didn’t belong. I kept thinking, “These people can afford to stay here. I don’t belong.”

I tried to dress a bit nicer. Stand up straighter. And eat with my fork in my left hand like Europeans do. But I still felt like an impostor. 

The reality was, whether I paid with points or cash, we belonged. After I got my head around this truth, I enjoyed the hotel experie...