Well folks...the weirdest thing, damn that Mother Murphy...was I have the guest room book from that room. I picked it up today and thought, ohhhh those are all such lovely comments, about hiking, fantastic town, music, sites, innkeepers, breakfasts, and more.
It is right beside my keyboard as I type this! I was thinking about how I stayed at some fantastic inns on this road trip and cannot imagine the NUT JOBS who say things that are not true, in the least, about the inn. I was there, and saw no way possible for it to be how they said it was.
and then it happened here.
When she started speaking Spanish (she was from South America, he was not) and pointed that painted fingernail with gold rings into my face, I bent down to her level and said "No, estas loca, muy loca" and she stopped in her tracks.
My heart is still racing. I suppose folks, if nothing else, AT LEAST they had not gotten to the room and then I would have THAT complex to deal with as well.
I picked up the ipad to video tape it too late, REMINDER FOR NEXT TIME. And as always, there will always be a next time. I was pondering this year not having any super locos, but it happens..