Monday, August 10, 2009
So I left on a hunt for this Meyerbeach place. After getting lost, finding it, carrying my heavy bag up two steep flights of steps, I was told, "Apologies, no beds," but I could use their free Internet if needed. I sat in front of the computer and had a slight emotional attack. I was in Nice wasting the day on a bed search! Mr. Reception Guy asked if I needed assistance, at which point I said:
Mr. Reception: "What do you mean by nice? Five Stars nice?"
Me: "Sure, five stars sounds good." (I started to get excited this could be fun)
Mr. Reception: "Okay let me make some calls to see what can be done."
I checked my e-mail and started to plot further travel destinations. Belgium? Why not? Ten minutes pass.
Mr. Reception: "Okay the such and such will take you." (I don't remember it's name.)
Me: "Is it nice?"
Mr. Reception: "It's very nice. And it's only a five minute walk from here."
Me: "How much?"
Mr. Reception: "340 Euro including tax."
My eyes widened. (I just spent 22 Euro for a bed the prior night.)
Me: "340 is a lot."
Mr. Reception: "You said you wanted something nice. This is really nice."
Mr. Reception got back on the phone and twelve minutes later he summoned my attention to the Canada Inn which would cost 84 Euros. I told him that 84 was much better. He booked the room, all I had to do was show. While I gathered my things Mr. R. asked if I wanted to have a coffee with him. I really wanted to get on with the day, but the man had helped me, so I followed him to the employees only lounge and sat on the dish washer as he prepared the coffee. It was a tad humorous:
Me: "Really?" (Sounding hopeful)
Me: "In that case you'd better hold on to this." (Attitude as I hand him the key & turn to leave.)
~~~~~~~~~~~There has to be a part 2. Jane need sleep.~~~~~~~~~
To be continued.........