Our relationship started off bad. I booked this hotel because it had free transportation to and from the Barajas Airport. Well, turns out you have to call them to come pick you up. I did the math and the 20 euro cell phone call was the same as the 20 euro taxi ride across the street. Long story why I didnt walk. I get there and check in...kinda reminds me of Psycho....strip club across the street. I go up the sole elevator to my room. Open the door. AND SHRIEK IN HORROR! I stood there afraid to take off my shoes for the first 15 minutes staring at the likely semen stained bed spreads. I went across the street (not to strip club) to buy a pack of cigarettes and chain smoke until I relaxed. I got on Facebook, complained a lot to my friends and decided to make the best of it.
I went back upstairs and threw the nasty quilt on the floor and took a shower. Note; the place is a shit hole but the shower heads have these disco ball light changing things in them, really strange and the money your disco shower costs could have gone to a maid service.
I rolled down the sheets and found only 2 hairs, neither pubic and tried to turn on the television. I had only a few hours to sleep and the remote control had semen on it (literally) so it all worked out in the end. The matress fell off the bed at one point, which by then, I was laughing about everything. I itched all night, but I m fairly certian it was psychosematic. Anyways, it s loud. Really loud and scary and kinda resembles that crack motel Tom Hanks stays in when he first becomes a grown up in BIG. Chalk it up to experience. read more