A season survived
Trip Start Dec 11, 2012
70Trip End Oct 17, 2013
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Promptly the universe decided that we were being way to happy. So a fellow waitress went home leaving us with 2 weeks of non stop work. Free days? What were those?
Turns out we did get free days. We just had to catch gastro-flu in order to have them. For a few hours, I was convinced I was going to die on the bathroom floor.
Of course, we wouldn't be best friends if we didn't share everything. Even gastro-flu. As soon as I was back to work, Raph was making best friends with the toilet bowl, also convinced she was going to die (except in her version they would cement her into the hotel walls and she would haunt the hotel for ever). But a few days without eating and tadaaa
Pessimism: 'Raaaaaaaaaaph. My back hurts. And my feet. Have I mentioned I have tendonitis in my arm? I don't think I can do this for another 2 weeks.'
We were soon told we could go a week earlier than expected. After keeping a straight face, we ran into the stairwell, looked at each other and the victory dance ensued.
Cue manic packing. Well, you can't really call it packing. 'Shoving everything into your suitcase until you have to sit on it to close it' would be more accurate. Once everything was 'packed' we had 4 hours to return to our room to its former glory. Raph ended up on the floor, shampooing the carpet (twice) until she got a blister on her thumb and I was balancing on tables and chairs dusting or knealing on the bathroom floor scrubbing. We like to refer to this as our Cinderella moment.
Only to say goodbye to everyone - people who we've eaten every meal with for the past 3 months. What better way to end the season than a few beers with your hotel family, in a small bar that has Lederhosen nailed to the walls?
Now we're waiting for our train, sitting here with permanent smiles plastered on our faces. The work is finally over, the money has been made. We nearly died in the process, but never mind those minor details. Freedom has never tasted sweeter.
Europe, are you ready?