This past weekend started out on such a good note. We were all set to visit the wonderful island of Palma. It was going to be a few days of rest and relaxation. Set on a stunning mediterranean island, Palma, the resort capital of Mallorca was going to be our playground. Fun in the sun, Lots of food, drinks and taking in the wonderful scenery of nearby towns. What could go wrong? Right!!! It started off on the right note. We had found wonderful house sitters. The dogs loved them, and we left home in plenty of time to make our flight.
How we lost money:
Flight: It all started to go wrong once we got to the airport. I had made reservations for parking and was saving over half, which was a good thing. We parked and got to the departure terminal. All l had to do was show our boarding pass for our Ryanair flight so we could pass the security control. My phone stopped working completely and would not connect to the wi-fi at the airport. I tried to use my own cellular data, with no success. Federico tried his too..and nothing. I had checked in with the Ryanair app and had to log in to retrieve the booking with the scan code. Zip..nada.. it just kept spinning as the time ran down.
It’s amazing what happens to you when you start to panic. My ability to think out of the box ground to a halt. We went to the Ryanair counter, and explained what was happening. We were told there was nothing they could do at the counter. They could not reprint the tickets, even at the extra cost we were willing to pay. We had to go to their counter that was just after the security control. See our problem here? We could not pass security without the bar codes to get to their counter. We offered money to someone else to try on their phone..and you know what?..frozen too. It was almost as if the airport had some sort of throttling. Only the phones were working, not the data. Needless to say, we watched the gates close and ended up missing our flight. Money down the drain.
How we lost money: Hotel
I was disappointed to say the least. The domino effect started. The hotel which l had booked the day before was non changeable and non refundable. We were out hundreds of dollars for the room. Gone was my spa day, my massage, pedicure, manicure and facial :-( . Federico initially wanted to go back home. He was however in a foul mood, and he would end up ruining the mood of all of us. It wasn’t the fault of the house sitters and would have been unfair to ruin their stay as well.
I suggested we visit somewhere else instead. Luckily, being in Seville, we were close to several wonderful cities, some l mentioned in my previous post. The Seville airport is one-third of the way to Cordoba, so we decided to just keep driving and visit Cordoba sooner than expected. The drive went smoothly.Ever optimistic, l was sure it would be easy to find a hotel room. The old center is extremely hard to navigate with a car, and would never attempt it again :-( . The first hotel we found where we could pull in had one last room, but it was insanely expensive, even for us..and with no breakfast..and a $22 additional fee per day for parking. I was tired, and told him to just take the room. Still stinging from our loss, he said no..that we would find someplace else.
We drove around for over an hour before finding a spot to park (on the sidewalk illegally, but so were other cars and we decided to risk it). We then walked around for over two hours looking for hotel rooms. Nobody had vacancies! Nobody..over 14 hotels, and we could not find a single room!!!! We then followed a road sign for a big chain Hotel, figuring we would find a room there. It turns out to be about 8 miles outside of the city center and was just as expensive as the first hotel. It was made worse by the fact that to catch the bus into town, you had to walk almost half a mile.
We decided to go back to the first hotel and just suck it up and pay the outrageous fee. I know you’ll find it hard to believe ;-) .. the last room was taken! It was now dark and l was cranky as hell. I wanted to just get the hell out of Cordoba. As we were leaving, we saw a tiny sign for a hotel/hostel (in all honesty, l had stopped him from inquiring at hostels prior to this). Federico pulled over and l waited in the car while he ran in. It was a tiny, tiny street, and wouldn’t you know it..a bus came by and could not pass. I made the mistake of moving the car instead of just waiting for him to come back. There was nowhere to stop all along without holding up the bus. I thought l could just go round and come back down. Over an hour later, l had gotten so lost in the little tiny alleyways and one way streets and had no idea how to get back. Not one single spot to park in, and a dead phone to boot.
How we lost money: Cab and gas
To say l was panicked would have been putting it mildly :-( . I finally, mercifully got led out of the old city center and found a gas station. I pulled in and attempted to ask to use the phone. A flurry of Spanish from the attendant, none of which l understood, but which amounted to a no, l saw a cab driver pull up. I ran up to him and almost tearfully explained that l needed to use his cellphone to make a phone call. I called Federico, who at this point was so panicked, he had called the cops and a search was now out for the foreigner who had been hijacked or taken since their calls went unanswered. What a mess! The cab driver talked to the hotel manager who described where they were. I drove behind the cab back to the hotel, who mercifully had a room available in he hotel part. I was so grateful to the cabbie, l tipped him an extra $25. He saved the day.
How we lost money: Paying for another hotel
The lady was so kind. She had been worried and was standing on the main street to flag down the cab. She called off the search party :-). She also gave us the room at half price since it was already 9pm and didn’t charge for parking either. She additionally gave us the name of a wonderful eatery that was close by. We were starving. Thanks to her and the cab driver, the day was made better, and l am so grateful. So, long story short, we are here in Cordoba and will try to make Schweppes Bitter Lemon from our lemons :-) .
What has surprised me most is our attitude towards the whole rotten day. I made my peace with it once l realized were screwed! Federico, who l thought was going to be bitter the whole weekend, was actually quite nonchalant about the whole thing. He was more worried that l had gotten in an accident or something horrific. We chucked it up to part of the highs and lows of traveling. It sucks to have lost over 500 dollars between the flight and the resort stay, but c’est la vie. Thinking back, we lost even more than that for the airline change fees while my brother was in hospital.
Once again, the next time you see travelers telling you only about the good times with none of the bad, keep in mind that they are more than likely “posing”. S**t happens. I will tell you the good and the bad. I want you to arm-chair travel with us through all the times :-) . I can’t tell you how many curse words l said yesterday!, in 3 languages even!!!! ;-) :-) :-) . At this point, l don’t even know if l want to visit Palma or not. What could have turned out to be the most horrible days of our lives ended up being just a footnote, thanks to the kindness of strangers. My little Spanish completely deserted me when attempting to describe my predicament. The cabbie took the time to listen, and helped, despite the language barrier :-) . Amazing what a difference a day makes. Come Sunday daylight, we saw plenty more hotels on foot and lots of vacancies as the weekend revelers had checked out. We decided to stay put in the hotel for the duration of our trip.
Have you ever had such a disaster happen to you? Have you missed a flight or lost money due to circumstances beyond your control? Did you swear and curse like sailor ;-) , or were you cool as cucumber?