olivercharlesknight
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Where to begin with (feels like home) son san jordi? ||I decided to visit this pretty little town in North Majorca having travelled extensively in the south and south West unfortunately my arrival heralded some of the most torrential rain i have ever witnessed at this beautiful island. ||Having checked in to the hotel, I was given keys and directions to my room by a friendly host who showed me where to have breakfast and the usual things. My room was upon first look was a modest size with en-suite shower, no problems here then. I’ll just have a quick shower and then off to explore, the first problem, shower Is blocked and has a clump of hair in the plug hole (feels like home) the website says. No matter, I brave the shower then start to unpack and from the corner of my eye spot some items on top of the wardrobe. And guesses? ‘A kettle’ I hear you say. Nope, ‘an iron then’? Nope. Honestly you won’t get it. A closer look revealed a collection of museum piece cell phones coated in a thick layer of dust, wtf amigo? Perhaps every room has a collection of items a theme of sorts and then also noticed a propeller and model plane. So what’s my theme? Aviation! No wait! Aviation and telecoms (feels like home). ||So I quickly realise feels like home which is written all over the hotel means dusty crap everywhere and grimy shower, which on certain days can indeed feel like home. The problem is when on vacation I don’t really want my accommodation to feel like home. When spending hard earned money and time I expect a certain degree of care and attention given to my needs as the customer. (Feels like a hotel?)||Then came one of the strangest interactions I’ve ever had as a paying customer in my life, to remind you we’ve had some dreadful weather the previous day there had even been a weather warning through everyone’s cell phone, pretty torrential. However, the weather on this particular day was more settled and I put my mind I would go for a hike and a swim and asked to borrow a beach towel. Well, I did not know what I’d got myself in for the woman guarding the beach towels reacted like I just asked if I could take her 18-year-old daughter away for the weekend or borrow the hotels 911. Much eye rolling ensued looking out the, looking at me like I was completely deranged, que pasa? Says I, which resulted in a lecture about the previous days weather and the lunacy of my actions. Let’s get it straight I’m the customer asking to borrow a towel that’s been used by at least 100 people to wipe their bum crack with. ||When the Guardian of the towels did eventually part with her precious item, it was only after i handed over 10 euros deposit and agreed to take good care (of the towel). ||The restaurant staff were courteous and pleasant, but no more than that and I’m sorry but that is to be expected as a paying customer in the hospitality industry.. ||I’m sure there was a time when this was a very cherished run and loved business but that time has long since passed.