We booked this hotel directly through their website. We wanted a double room with a shower, which cost 63 euros. We should have chosen the more expensive double room with a bath. I can only assume it would have been a little bit nicer that what we were stuck with.

My husband had me go check us in while he waited with the car. The woman at the front desk spoke to me in English immediately when I walked in the door. She gave me our key and I headed up to the room in the glass elevator off of the lobby.

I found our hallway and to my surprise found that they were doing some major construction up here. One whole room had been completely ripped out with just a few walls standing where a guest room used to stand. I made my way down the hallway and found our door. This is when the fun began. I had one key on the ring. I put the key in the keyhole and it just didn’t seem to fit very well, but the knob didn’t turn, so I knew this thing fit somehow. I must have stood there for five minutes fiddling with the key trying to get the door open. I was just about to head back down to the front desk in defeat when I leaned on the door and it opened to reveal the real door with the lock. The key worked just fine in this keyhole. By the look of the keyhole on the first door, I wasn’t the first person to attempt this. . .

The room was furnished all right, the bed not very comfortable. The room was clean, though. We had a view out the side of the hotel looking right into the hotel next door. It was set in a grand looking building from the outside, but our floor, at least, was not pretty from the inside. The shower was so small I didn’t think I was going to even be able to bend over to wash anything let alone my husband trying to do the same. Sometimes you get what you pay for. . .

Our flight didn’t leave until late evening, but watching the news that morning in our hotel room we found out that there was a strike at the airports that day and that our flight was going to be cancelled. Of course, we didn’t have travel insurance and it isn’t cheap to try to get back to England no matter how you do it. We panicked and called the airport, the airline, etc. and nobody could tell us anything. We skipped breakfast at the hotel and went on our way. We did end up flying out on only one of the two flights that left the airport that night, a couple hours late, but we got home anyway. . . someone is looking out for us.