For entertainment on a recent long car ride, I started recounting every hotel room we’ve ever stayed in, noting any details I could remember. In part it was a memory exercise to pass the time, in other part it was a sweet recounting (oh, here are all the places we’ve slept in the same bed.)
I remember things spatially with relative ease, and so when I recall places I’ve slept I remember the orientation of the bed and door with respects to the surrounding landscape. As a child I used to close my eyes while lying down and be able to magically “relocate” myself to one of the other few rooms I had slept in- say a different room in our house, or my grandmother’s guest room- and I’d feel the difference in the spatial orientation to the point I couldn’t quite remember where I actually was.
(to put a bow on it, as Daniel says, Vacation is like that. Magically transported to a different orientation in the world, with nothing much to do.)