You know sometimes things go wrong from the very beginning. Its the same with the B&B. If you stuff up one thing, you stuff up everything. So we arrived 15 minutes early... I know the French would be horrified but I didn't think the Portuguese would be. The house though was fantastic! Tiny but it had everything we wanted. The house sat alone in the middle of the road with a window which looked out down into the village.
It was cool but we threw open the windows expecting to enjoy the view and the breeze. Ah yes the breeze. I was unpacking my bag when I heard a huge crash. A bottle of beer that we had left on the window sill was blown to the ground sending brown spurts of liquid onto the carpet, curtains and plastic chairs.
The next hour was spent frenetically cleaning... everything.
It was time to relax and to watch the sunset... wonderful!
Major events were:
A dog walking down the street.
Another dog coming and joining the first dog and then they both walked together
A woman walked down the street, looked up at the house opposite and then walked back
A man put his tractor into the garage opposite and then walked home.
That was it!
The next day we set off to Peniche - as we thought a small fishing village. In the afternoon we were surprised to get a phone call from Caleb. Mmmm isn't it the middle of the night there? Panic! But no there was no problem in Manly. It was us! The owner had called to say she had dropped in to clean but we were still there. We checked out our booking. Yep she was right . We had mistakenly only booked one night. We had to hightail it back and pack. While Roger packed I made the next booking in the town of the Templars.. .Tomar.
Phew! Off we went.
A bit tricky finding our way, especially as the Sat Nav wanted to send us to Torres Novas. Wait a minute, I think that is where I booked. Jeez have to tell Roger we are going to totally the wrong place. So we get to the address in Torres Novas. No one to meet us. I take a photo of where we are. Oh no I have just taken a photo of the kindergarten and the parents are NOT happy.
Thank goodness our host arrived.
He was So helpful about everything. He hopped into the car to direct us and then looked embarrassed and pointed to the apartment block next to us and said but we are there. He was totally calm nothing flustered him, the parents, the amount of luggage he had to carry up the stairs to the fifth level and the fact we were only staying one night.
Oh my goodness.. the flat.
It was like a gay boys apartment in Newtown. Nothing wrong with that but not what I expected. Mykola showed us around. The table was set for dinner, napkins, plates, cutlery. Note napkins. He pointed out the out the high quality fittings including the Italian coffee machine which ground the beans and delivered a hot coffee in seconds. I was still feeling a bit fragile about all of my stuff ups and so I decided I was NEVER going to use the coffee machine.
So, into the bedroom which looked like a view of night time New York. The wallpaper was very realistic. Feeling very disorientated now, I went to sit on the balcony and loved it. Kids playing football and chassy, women and men chatting so different from the night before.
We ate well and slept well and the next day set off for Tomar. You remember the city of the Templars, where we were supposed to be, BUT we were stopped in our tracks. Two napkins were missing. What? We put them in the cupboard so they we wouldn't get them wet or dirty. We explained.
A 16 Euro fee was added to our bill...What?
One stuff up leads to another I guess.
Oh... they found the napkins... sent us an apology and finally gave us back our $16!
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