"exuse me, but I think you have the wrong room..."

"Hola" from sunny-Madrid, where the sun doesn't rise until

8am, dinner is served at 9pm, commericals last very close to 10mins and

drinking and eating is a way of life.

Source: noholidaynolife.com via Joans on Pinterest

The trip was long.
We had to stay the night at a hotel near LAX (funny thing happened)
because our flight to Boston, where we

made our connecting flight, left at 7am. Of course, I didn't sleep being that we had to be up

at 3am. We left LA with the sun barely up and arrived to Boston with the sun setting. Getting to Boston 

I had to fight the urge of wondering the city (oh, I miss you Boston). 

After walking around to stretch our legs we munched on some amazing Dunkin' Donuts and
even took pictures with Santa!

We arrived to Spain E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D. and now we are just
fighting with jetlag and enjoying our vacation.


So here's the funny thing that happened at the hotel:


We checked in at the hotel near LAX, grabbed our suitcases and followed
the directions given to us by the front desk to get to our room.
It ended up taking us forever to get to our room and I thought to myself,
"why did the
front desk tell me to go this way?"
We get to our room and our key wasn't working...GREAT!
I ran back down and they re-whatever to my card to make it work.
I head back to our room and our card still wasn't working...DAMMIT!
All of a sudden we hear:

Stranger: " this is my room"
[DH and I exchanged glances]
Stranger: "this is room 308. my room"
[I stop and give DH the "oh-shit-is-happeneing-look"]
Me: "why do I have a feeling that I misread our room
numer...[fumbling with my things I find our 
room number, 380!]...yes, I did misread. I am so sorry."

At this point DH couldn't stop laughing and I, of course, turned beet
red of embarassment. Thank goodness the stranger had a sense of humor.