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<\/figure>\n\ud83d\udcde The phone rings. A guy tells me that three people want to come and book two rooms. Perfect. I give him a price, he tells me he will consult. Normal. So far, so good. But then… THE QUESTIONING begins:<\/p>\n\n
– Can you see the sky from there? \ud83c\udf0c
I’m left wondering: But what is this, an interview for an astronomical observatory or what? <\/em> I answer as best I can: Then he tells me that he is bringing very expensive material and needs security. I tell him: He almost hung up on me. As if I had offered him pitbulls from an American movie. \ud83d\ude02 <\/p>\n\n Even so, I keep answering him. And in the afternoon… surprise! A reservation comes in. But not for two rooms, no. A triple room, with terrace. Two nights. Well, cool, at least it was already made. <\/p>\n\n The next day he calls again. The same one. And he starts again with the weird questions: He only needed to ask me about the humidity in decimal degrees. I told him: (Although we all know that Mauri has something personal against rural tourism. He always paints it as the end of the world and then it doesn’t even sparkle \ud83c\udf27\ufe0f\u274c )<\/p>\n\n The day arrives. I’m in the kitchen, I look out the window… and what I see has no name. It looked like something out of a painting of Las Meninas<\/em>, but in a dramatic version, with an air of an Antena 3 program at 16:00. A very strange thing. \ud83d\ude35 <\/p>\n\n I welcome them. I explain to them how everything is going (this is an understatement, because they didn’t even listen to me by chance). The atmosphere between them was tense. Cold. Pure bad feeling. They talked to each other as if they hated each other. And I didn’t know who was who. Couple? Family? Paranormal meeting? No idea. But weird, weird. <\/p>\n\n We went up to the room. And it was like a ping pong game: I go back to my stuff and the gentleman appears: I ask you if you have done it as I explained. Evidently, no. It went in one ear and out the other. I put it on him, he goes away so happy… and leaves his there, full of foam. Wonderful \ud83d\ude44 <\/p>\n\n They are on the terrace and, after a while, one of the women comes straight to me and says: Okay, I go with her. I arrive with her and she drops the bomb: There I was, with a poker face, trying not to show the mixture of disbelief, internal laughter and the desire to run away. And thinking: But what exactly did these people come here for?<\/em> They look like water and oil… they repel each other. \ud83e\udd26\u200d\u2642\ufe0f <\/p>\n\n \ud83d\udca3 And here comes the best part…<\/p>\n\n Seeing the scenario, to avoid being cancelled at the last minute and being left stranded (and with two palms of noses), I offer another room at 50% of the price<\/strong>. That’s what it is to do with my heart. \ud83d\udcb8 <\/p>\n\n And that’s when the lady’s plot twist<\/em> begins:<\/p>\n\n \ud83d\udc49 They are not even friends of hers!<\/strong> And I’m standing there, trying to assimilate such a mindfuck<\/em>. Because I swear I still don’t understand why they came. If it seems that they are together by mistake. Or by divine punishment. Or because they lost a bet. Or because they were brought here by an algorithm that mixed up the data wrongly. \ud83d\ude35\u200d\ud83d\udcab <\/p>\n\n And if I describe the “couple”… they denounce me. Really. I don’t know how they haven’t been in a Netflix documentary yet”<\/em> level. Anything I can say would be an understatement. <\/p>\n\n So nothing, here I am, with my eyes like saucers, my head spinning, and thinking that I should start writing a book. Because yesterday was not rural tourism. It was theater of the absurd with breakfast included<\/strong> \u2615\ud83c\udfad After so many absurd questions, so many cosmic demands, and so much history with the “super super super super super expensive material”… do you know what it brought? NOTHING<\/em>. Zero. No box, no special suitcase, no mystery bag… not even an old laptop. \ud83e\uddf3\u274c <\/p>\n\n And if that wasn’t enough… IT RAINS! \u2614 — <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well, no. It’s not going to be. 😬 Life has this habit of surprising you when you least expect it. Sometimes for the better, and sometimes… I’d better shut up….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4094,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[62],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-mastorrencitos-stories"],"yoast_head":"\n\n