|view from my hotel|
|The Aztecs hosted Hernan Cortés in this house. He turned out to be a bad guest.|
I arrived at the airport at 10:30pm. and paid for my authorized airport taxi to take my to the Hampton Suites Hotel that I had booked through Expedia. If you are travelling in Mexico, always book a taxi in the airport or hotel if possible. When I reach my destination, I am told that the hotel does not not have my reservation and that they are full. I have my printed confirmation but there are no rooms! What can a woman do? I want to cry but definitely not a strategy…The nice desk clerk telephones another hotel and dispatches me to an hotel 5 blocks away. A hotel employee rolls my bags through the streets of Mexico City which are dark and almost deserted. Despite the earlier phone call, when we reach the second hotel, it is the same problem….no rooms!
|The zócalo is a very big square.|
Yes, there is a clean, bright room for me. The Balcón Zócalo restaurant looks over the square, one of the largest and certainly the oldest (Aztec times) in the world. I gave my guardian a tip and he gave me a pat on the arm as we parted. Guiding a lady of mature years through the streets of the city was probably not part of his job. At 1:30am, the desk clerk at Hampton Suites called to say that they had a room for Saturday. I am not moving.. Lo siento.
My daughter and I had a discussion earlier this week about temperaments. Some get angry, some get sulky, when I am anxious, I get irritable. None of these reactions would have solved my problem last night. I don't know whose fault the booking was (Expedia, Hampton's booking centre or the hotel) but the employees took good care of me. I was tired and I understood about 1/3 of the Spanish conversation. This can be deceiving to others because they come at me with rapid-fire Spanish and I get overwhelmed…
It is difficult when these misadventures occur but I am safe and getting used to Mexico City.