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The hotel The taxi driver who took me from the airport to the hotel in Fortaleza probably made his last trip as a taxi driver. Or he died later in some dangerous corner, considering the way he crossed them using only the horn as his brake, or he will be the great revelation for the next Formula 1 season. When he dropped me in front of a colonial style house, saying it was the hotel I did not believe, but did not argue, fearing I would have to go back to the taxi for him to fly me to the right address. When my heart came down from my throat back to my chest I was able to realize that the hotel was right there. It must have been an old house adapted as are the hostels, but when the receptionist said I would stay on the thirteenth floor I realized the hotel was a building erected behind the old facade. The hotel surprised me. A new, clean and functional room with minimalist decoration and everything working in this order of importance for a happy time: great WiFi connection, a shower that does not freeze nor scalds and pillows made for dreaming. I wish I could live there. Swimming pool? They probably had one, but I did not see. Gym? Im indifferent. Breakfast? This appeals to me and it had everything I like: papaya, pineapple, mango, scrambled eggs, sausage, coffee and french bread. If they had cakes, sweet stuff and pastries? Do not ask me because I dont play in that team. Before leaving I decided to open the curtains and then saw the hidden picture behind it: the Atlantic Ocean was resting on a yellow sand beach and reducing to insignificance the huge freighter ship lost on the horizon. If one day I decide to live in a hotel it will be in one hidden behind an old house. But I will take an ordinary taxi to get there, because the special ones fly.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 03:46:48 +0000

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