Two nights ago I registered some pilgrims who just gave me a bad vibe. I knew they were going to be hard to please. They wanted us to have a dryer (it’s been raining for days) and weren’t happy when we didn’t. When I said, “No, we don’t take cards. I’m sorry,” one said, “Just tell me you don’t take cards; no need to be sorry.” Um…okay.
They hadn’t been here an hour when the same one came upstairs and said, “ We’re leaving. This place is not an acceptable level of clean, and we’d like our money back.” Um…okay.
So I went downstairs and Martin had cleaned the vegetables but not cooked them, so I gave them a full refund and they left.
Last night a pilgrim said, “ What I like best about this place is it’s so clean.” Soren and I just looked at each other and laughed. Then we had to explain.
Last night was my final night here. Today I bus to Madrid.
Are you on your way home? Miss you.
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