diamondlil
Mice! They taste so nice!
My holiday didn't start smoothly, in fact thanks to an oversight by me it didn't start at all! I had convinced myself I was flying out on Friday, despite the booking confirmaions and my calendar saying otherwise.
So I didn't get my flight Thursday evening, blissfully unaware of my mix-up until Friday morning, when I got a call from my friend Kim. As my designated emergancy contact, she'd been rudely awakened, then rang me. Whoops!
So, as soon as the booking agents office opened, I called them, explained the problem and asked for help. After I'd assured them I wasn't upset, because in my head I was always flying out Friday, the whole office was hooting with laughter, but shortly afterwards they rang me with new flight details and I was set to go.
I made the airport in plenty of time to check in, had a nice meal on the plane and arrived before midnight. And waited, and waited, and waited, with no sign of my transfer to the Finca. Calling the contact number just got me a Spanish answerphone message. There was no-one around meeting the descrption of my driver.
Finally, after nearly 2 hours and just as I was getting quite cross, I spotted a man who looked like he could be my driver! He'd been waiting patiently in an area of the airport I'd been told by the stafff was closed for the night. So into the jeep and off through the night, up into the hills of Andalusia...........
So I didn't get my flight Thursday evening, blissfully unaware of my mix-up until Friday morning, when I got a call from my friend Kim. As my designated emergancy contact, she'd been rudely awakened, then rang me. Whoops!
So, as soon as the booking agents office opened, I called them, explained the problem and asked for help. After I'd assured them I wasn't upset, because in my head I was always flying out Friday, the whole office was hooting with laughter, but shortly afterwards they rang me with new flight details and I was set to go.
I made the airport in plenty of time to check in, had a nice meal on the plane and arrived before midnight. And waited, and waited, and waited, with no sign of my transfer to the Finca. Calling the contact number just got me a Spanish answerphone message. There was no-one around meeting the descrption of my driver.
Finally, after nearly 2 hours and just as I was getting quite cross, I spotted a man who looked like he could be my driver! He'd been waiting patiently in an area of the airport I'd been told by the stafff was closed for the night. So into the jeep and off through the night, up into the hills of Andalusia...........