
Here is the second installment of the series written by Mr. Stephen “Storyteller” Reid, with the Spring Arona Gran Hotel as the background. We hope you enjoy reading it….
They sat on the balcony, drained of all humanity by the nightmare journey, for the first few minutes and sipped their champagne kindly given by reception as a ‘Welcome drink’, and welcome it certainly was. The trauma of the journey was unbelievable. Now at long last the endurance travel marathon was over, it was behind them and they just sat quietly together in the late afternoon sun enjoying the view and the tranquility created by the Arona Gran Hotel. Without speaking, they just sat and communicated their contentment quietly as they looked over the little harbour of Los Cristianos in Tenerife.
They smiled knowingly at each other and without a word being spoken they both ran into the room and started to tear their clothes off. It was like a race to see who could get all their clothes off first. His wife had gone to great trouble to make sure she got her décor for the holiday ‘just right’, but he did not really care. He knew as soon as things stared to get really hot all thoughts of style would be discarded and simply discarded, treated as an encumbrance. However for the sake of peace and quiet he told her she looked lovely and everything seemed to match beautifully, but to take it off before they dived into the pool. He could see no place at the moment for a see through ‘wrap’ no matter how stylish.
They tried very had to walk slowly and quietly, with some decorum, from the lift across the lobby area and past the waterfall without looking in a rush. The glass doors hissed open and they walked out to the pool area. It was very warm and the tiles were hot under their feet forcing them to walk faster and faster like long distance Olympic runners with dislocated hips. The place had plenty of sun beds and they tossed their stuff onto the nearest bed and hand in hand slowly walked down into the pool. As the cool water enveloped them in its embrace they felt the trouble and stresses of the last 8 hours of travelling very quickly disappear. “AHHH!! Bliss” was all they could whisper.
After the pool experience, whilst they dripped off to dry out they quietly sat on some cane chairs under a huge umbrella, when a very formally dressed waiter came up and offered them a drink. It was then he suddenly realised that they had no money with them. He would have to drip all the way back to the room leaving a snail like trail of water right across the hotel.
“I know! Charge it to the room” he thought.
The waiter simply asked for his little credit card type room key, which he swiped through a hand held card reader and he was away with the order.
No query, no proof of identity, no hassle or sense of guilt? Nothing!
“The waiter knows and likes what he does,” he thought. “He knows what he is doing and is good at it. Now why should that come as a surprise?” He thought.
The waiter returned a few minutes later with their drinks order and got him to sign a little chitty.
Before the waiter returned to his quest for thirsty clients he asked him
“Can I charge anything to my room as easily as that?” he asked.
“Of course Sir. All you need is your card. You do not need to carry money with you at the Arona Gran Sir. We also prefer you to use the card. It makes things so much simpler“
That was the rock they would perish on he was sure. The hotel was making it so painless and simple to indulge themselves but then, that is what they were there to do.
They dawdled over their drinks and reluctantly returned to their room to unpack shower and dress for dinner. He was glad that the hotel did something as old fashioned as having a dress code for the dining room. He knew his wife and a number of other women enjoyed ‘glaming up’ for the evening but would not admit it. He also enjoyed rolling up to the bar and having a beer with the other men while they waited for their partners to “Make their Entrance”. It was all part of the fun.
The lift left them quietly beside the little piano bar with its comfy settees and views over the pool and harbour. They took a couple of seats overlooking the waterfall when a tall dark haired waitress came up with a silver tray containing a little ceramic bowl of nuts and a small candle for the table. They ordered two drinks and listened to the silly chat and banter of the pianist as he teased a couple of well dressed women about some musical they had all seen in London. The pianist started to play his own version of romantic melodies on the big black shiny grand piano and they both let out a relaxed sigh. Nothing but a pleasant dinner to look forward that evening in beautiful surroundings, watching the sunset over Los Cristianos and La Gomera. Lifting their glasses it was definitely time for
“Cheers! The Arona Gran”
To read the first part: Love at first sight , please click here