My companions are supposed to pick me up at noon. I figured with 3 hours to spare (well, 2.5 hrs after I fiddle-farted around) I could catch a quick nap, then shower and get ready to go visit customers this afternoon. I was not prepared for the onslaught of construction noises. Drilling and hammering commenced as soon as I lay down, or at least I began to notice the sounds. I put in my headphones and turned up my iPod and was able to drown out the noise, but I was afraid I’d not hear the wake-up call so I had to turn down the volume and bear some of the intrusive noises during my fitful rest.
Later, after my shower, my phone rang. Could it be my companions, earlier than expected? No, it was the hotel calling to say, “Gee, it occurred to us it might not be a good idea to have you in a room right above a room that’s being renovated. Care to move?”
So now I’m repacking and changing rooms. I don’t know that I’ll get internet working up there before I get picked up and I didn’t want you to miss this exciting episode of my adventures in Europe, so I’m jotting this off to you before I depart from room 210 in search of room 746.
Love,
Fran
