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Day one of Miss Kid and Grocery Gal’s long anticipated
overseas sojourn was a far cry from merrily frolicking on the beach, squishing
sand between their toes and splashing in the turquoise hued waters of the
Atlantic. Non. Instead, the duo was
subjected to a comedy of errors, enduring setback after setback, as they
struggled to navigate the now pitch-black cobblestone avenues in search of
their Lisbon hotel.
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| Where is the beach?? |
It was well past the witching hour and vagrants and other
highly questionable characters were the only creatures out and about, lurking
dangerously about the darkened passageways, on the lookout for unsuspecting victims
of the confused and clueless kind. So, it was with a dreaded sense of trepidation
that Le Niece and pal placed one hesitant step in front of the other, on a now
desperate quest to locate their perhaps non-existent accommodations. Perhaps they should have paid a bit more
attention to reading the fine print when hastily booking their digs, as it had
clearly stated that the hotel was a tad challenging to find, tucked discretely
on a side street away from the main drag.
The signage itself was somewhat sketchy and completely undecipherable in
the dead of night, which was not so much of an issue in broad daylight, but
quite the daunting task when searching with only the starry eyed heavens to
guide you. Yikes!!
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| Yikes!! It's pitch black!! Where is the road?? |
On the verge of tears and a zillion miles away from home,
Miss Kid lamented her luckless fate, stranded in the middle of nowhere on a
deserted street, with not even a signpost to guide her way, clue-less as what
to do next. Her slightly older best pal
was now bawling hysterically alongside the curb, an undignified mess spilling a
tsunami of lakes and puddles, in the throws of a crying fit of the century. Gulping and gasping for air, her only words a
gibbering mishmash of the completely undecipherable
kind.
Perhaps it was the echo of wailing loud enough to wake the
dead, startling even those residing across the Atlantic or perhaps it was the
onslaught of complaints from disgruntled locals rudely awakened from their
slumber, that had garnered the curious attention of a cruising police vehicle; nonetheless,
salvation had miraculously arrived in the form of ever so helpful officers of
the law abiding kind.
The kinder than kind
knights in shining armour took pity upon the dishevelled gals and escorted
them, as if royalty, to their Lisbon hotel, which incidentally, was just around
the corner. Somehow, the duo had ended
up traipsing endlessly in circles, with their hotel located just a convenient hop,
skip and a jump away. Who knew?? Not les clued-out Gals, obviously. One, incidentally, can get quite disoriented
whilst meandering along age-old passageways without a map in the dead of night,
in a foreign locale, an especially problematic task when jet-lagged and
bleary-eyed.
Pleased as punch that their meltdown of the hopelessly lost kind had resulted in the
unexpected outcome of being chauffeured, movie-star style, in a pretend limo of
the blaring lights and screeching siren
kind, Miss Niece and best pal were beside themselves with glee at the
vision of snuggly snoozing in their beds, or so, they foolishly dreamt.
It’s too bad though, that their trials and tribulations were
far from over, for you see, just because the gals were safely deposited at their hotel, didn’t quite mean that
they were actually inside their
hotel.
And you actually thought that this story was over?
Come trudge along the cobblestone rues and
avenues with Miss Niece and Grocery Gal on a holy-grail quest of the century, on
a mission to locate their now missing hotel.
Hotel eventually located, but the gals’ tribulations are far from
over. Like, seriously? There’s more?
Does it ever end? Yep, stay tuned
for the wrap up of Day One of Miss Kid’s miss-adventures in Portugal.
Next post – in two weeks!! Wednesday, December 10th. Stay tuned!!
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