I love to watch the old episodes of Fawlty Towers. John Cleese at his best.
Until yesterday I thought it was make-believe but my late-booked hotel proved me wrong.
No food, no Wi-Fi, decoration from 1972. Manuel could not have been far away. If only Polly was there to cheer me up.
And after finding a most uncomfortable mattress, I asked to change room. Big mistake. The next room was even worse...

And last year was beachy.