Up early to pack. We’re expecting the maids to arrive at 10 am to clean the place up ready for the next visitors. Meanwhile we’ve moved all our luggage out onto the small patch of grass in front of the apartment and are sitting around waiting like four homeless refugees. The idea is to wait until the maids have gone and then move back in for the rest of the day until we have to leave for the airport. It’s really just somewhere to keep our cases and valuables safe while we make the most of our last day.
Sitting on the lawn, 10 am came and went. So did 11 am. Bloody hell, where are these maids? Until they’ve finished cleaning we can’t lock our stuff in the apartment and go anywhere. Midday came and went and at last they arrived. We had instructions to turn off the fridge once we’d emptied it which we did last night but this morning we got up to a very wet kitchen floor where the fridge had defrosted all over the place. It was still melting when the maids arrived. I just pointed at the mess, smiled and shrugged and they carried on cleaning up.
Finally it was time for the taxi to arrive, just managed to get all our luggage in the boot and off we went. Arrived at the airport in good time, unloaded our stuff from the car, paid the driver and started to sort ourselves out. As we were going into the airport lounge a foreign man was suddenly shouting and running towards me. Bloody hell I thought, is he a suicide bomber? He came right up to me and it was only then that I thought I recognised him slightly. He was sweating buckets but he smiled and held out his hand to me. I looked down and there in his sweaty little hand were my reading glasses which I’d obviously managed to drop in the taxi at some point. He gabbled away in Spanish for a bit then left with a cheery wave.
And that was it.
The last incident in another holiday that seemed to be full of them.
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