My First Impression of Ms. Sophie's
Now, first off, Ms. Sophie's ONLY accepts cash. There is an ATM not far from the hotel and guess what? I HAD TO GET CASH. At this point, my face hurt, I was sneezing and coughing uncontrollably, I had snotty tissues piling up in my purse. I was a hot mess. The nice receptionist gave me directions on where the closest ATM was, but of course, me being horrible at directions I had my GPS lead the way to the closest bank.
After getting my cash, I rushed back and paid. Then receptionist finally spoke the few words I was waiting to hear, “Let me take you to your room.” I got up so excitedly and rolled my suitcase to the stairs because, like many small hotels in Europe, elevators are non-existent. The receptionist than looked at me and then my bag.
She said, “we have a better way to get your bag to the top.” because my room was four stories up and the stairs weren't the easiest stairs to climb.
Two people tied my bag to a rope. Let me just say, my bag was not light! It was 50 or maybe even 60 pounds after all my souvenir shopping (I realize I have a problem. I'M WORKING ON IT, OKAY).
This was the rope they used. It was pretty impressive.
After my bag was tightly tied to the rope. One person went all the way upstairs so he could grab onto the bag once it reached the top and one person stayed below cranking a lever as my bag rose up up up until it was out of view.
After my bag reached the top, I thanked them and apologized profusely for my bag being so heavy.
I thought the system was pretty neat and creative, Steep stairs, Ataxia, and a suitcase are like water, oil, and Orange Juice? (I needed a 3rd one) they do not go together! I have lost my balance on a few occasions trying to lug my bag up and down stairs and it always seems to backfire with either me almost tumbling down or my bag.
Once I made it to the top, where my room was, I was ready to jump on my bed and snooze for a good 14 hours.