Day 13

Oh what a day. Last night we were turned away at the Spice restaurant 'cos they said it was 10:30 pm and showed us their clock. Dave said it was only 10:20 pm but they were insistant and wouldn't budge. Dave ran up the stairs to the reception/front desk and asked the receptionist what time it was and he replied 10:24 pm. Dave explained the situation and with us in toe the receptionist marched downstairs and had a fairly heated discussion (in spanish) with the manager. After 5 mins we were told a table was being set for us, but there was no way I was going to eat there now, I felt uncomfortable with the atmosphere and who knows what they would do to our food! The waiters wanted us to come in, we're good tippers and we'd had a laugh with them on our previous visits. Well, Dave being Dave saw a window (a large one!) for an opportunity to get something out of this. We sent a email to the general manager the next day (today). There were a couple of voice messages in the room asking us to contact them and then there was a knock at the door. A waiter was trying to deliver champayne in an icebucket and a large bowl of fruit. But no, Dave wasn't having any of that - he told them he knew where all the restaurants were and he didn't want fruit or champayne as they're always on offer all day. Well to cut a long story short we ended up with a shiatswe massage for two with essential oils and use of their marine spa an hour before. It was so funny when we had finished as we had to walk down a very grand rolling staircase and Dave could just about walk, I nearly wet myself laughing. We went to the Italian restaurant for dinner to be told there was a half hour wait, they give you a bleeper after taking you room details. All of a sudden they were able to make a table up for us straight away which we thought was a result. Next thing, the restaurant manager over the 8 restaurants has appeared apologising profusely. It was quite embarrassing he was so apologetic. Dave said not to worry the manager has sorted us out and we could forget about it now. He was so genuienly sorry that he went and personally got us a lovely bottle of beringer, a very good quality one, it was very very nice. He checked on us all night as did the waiters and when we ordered our sweet he asked if we had time for him to personally make us a strawberry flambe (?) which he cooked in front of us with liquores and wine etc. served with proper italian ice cream. Yum. It was so nice he saved a bit for himself!! He was so truly remorseful about the whole thing we said we've forgotten about it for which he was so relieved. All 8 restaurants must have been on alert for residents of room 1003 for him to be notified cos they obviously didn't know where we were going to eat. Getting turned away the night before done us the biggest favour. We finished the night by laying on one of the raised king beds on the beach, watching the stars with music playing from the speakers of the surround which were lit up cerise pink. Ah it was lovely. Oh and also we have got our room till we leave tomorrow at 2 pm instead of 12 noon like everyone else. What a result! I'll post some pictures later as I'm off to bed now. We'll be home monday morning (please God).x