Today was yet another transportation day, the final one for this vacation. We traveled from Lucerne to Zurich via bullet train, then from Zurich, we flew out to the very beautiful (and very hot!) airport of España.
That means Spain, for you non-Spanish speakers. I think.
As always, during the trip, we designate the day we arrive to a country as a rest day, where we just relax, briefly walk around the hotel to see where we could buy food and supplies, and plan for what we're gonna do in the country.
Today, however, was not a rest day. Today was exhausting, strenuous, physical labor day. And all because a subway station didn't have an elevator.
So our vacation is for four weeks, and since my family hates laundry with a passion, we decided to avoid it by bringing along enough clothes to last us 30 days without ever having to deal with bleach, detergent, or missing socks ever again. That of course, meant we'd have to bring very large, heavy luggage bags to store it all. Heavy bags which we would have to bring from the airport to our hotel.
On prior trips, this wasn't a huge issue because public transportation was very wheelchair-friendly and the roads were smooth enough that our bags wouldn't vibrate up and down like an Amsterdam masseuse with a really, really good client.
In Spain, however, we were plagued with both cobblestone streets, and the fact that the subway station we had to go to not only had no working elevators in sight, but also happened to be TEN KILOMETERS UNDERGROUND.
So to get to the hotel, we had to drag four suitcases, each weighting approximately three humpback whales each, across sixty miles of stone pavements specifically designed by 18th century Spanish masons to ensure that our luggage bag wheels would sound as much as an AK-47 on full auto as possible, before finally reaching the subway station. Then, we'd have to carry the bags, which combined have the weight of one Christina, down the literal seven circles of hell, climbing down at least 50 stories worth of staircases before finally reaching the trains.
Yeah. We're exhausted. But our lord and savior Booking.com saw our struggles, and rewarded our persistence by granting us the Elixir of Comfort, which today, took the form of an AMAZING HOTEL ROOM.
(Me being the moron I am, forgot to take these pictures, so just imagine that we had a hotel room with these things:
LOOK AT OUR KITCHEN.
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| WOW! |
AND OUR BEDS.
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| Amazing! |
AND OUR DUELLING TOILETS SETUP.
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| So you can share even your most intimate moments with your s/o. |
RFotD: We really did have a kitchen in our hotel room and it was fantastic.
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