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Un Fiasco alle Cinque nella Mattina
I always knew this post was coming. It was only a matter of time. Being stranieri, or foreigners... but most notably young-American foreigners, we run the risk of guilt by association. Association with people who care very little about the reputation they leave behind them. A reputation of trashing hotel rooms, public drunkenness, demanding too much, and in general just being way too loud.
Please don't get the wrong impression, I'm not bashing our country. I love our country. I'm just tired of people giving it a bad name. So begins the fiasco at 5 in the morning.
It was 5 in the morning when our phone rang, which by the way is never a good thing. Apart from being sound asleep, our bodies were sluggish with the obscene amount of meat we ate the night before. Struggling with the heartburn and nightblindness, I picked up the phone to hear Carlo's angry and impatient voice repeating the same phrase over and over again. "Le ragazze in due cento sette hanno portato due ragazzi nella camera. Se loro non escono in cinque minuti, telefonerò la polizia." When I pieced together what he was saying I went down to meet him at the door of room 207 where he was yelling in Italian at four ubriaca American girls who could only understand one word he was saying... i'm sure you can guess which word that was.
I restlessly started translating, which was that the guys who came in with them had to leave in 5 minutes or he was calling the police. Also, their music was way too loud, it was five in the morning, and people were trying to sleep. Their response was that there were no guys in the room and they could turn the music down. When I told this to Carlo, he pointed under the bed where we could clearly see the bottom of two feet - to which they said it was one of the 4 girls who had paid for the room and not to worry, because she was naked and darted under the bed in embarrassment when Carlo knocked on the door. This however, did not calm him down. He insisted that there were still two guys hiding in this beer-bottle-littered and smelly room. I asked them several times if there was anyone hiding and their answers didn't change. Carlo then said he was calling the police and it was at that moment when the girl who was causing the most trouble said to me "OK, well maybe there are two guys somewhere... uhh... I could go look for them... they might be in the bathroom." I then said, "So, you're telling me there are two guys here?" "Yes."
After I translated this to Carlo, he sorta lost it. He barged into the room and for a second I thought he was going to slap the girl who had been lying to us for the past 5 minutes. Thankfully, he didn't and proceeded into the bathroom where he found two Italian guys with beer bottles in their hands. He told them to leave immediately and that he was calling the police. Meanwhile, that same girl must have thought she was about to be slapped too, because she became hysterical...Crying and yelling that he couldn't put his hands on her and she didn't pay for this kind of hotel. (which by the way is 35 euros per person, 5 minute walk to the beach, and includes breakfast).
I was stunned.
Eventually, things settled down. The police came, smoothed things over with Carlo, and left us all to go back to bed. I returned to room 207, if anything, to apologize for the way Carlo handled the situation, and say goodnight to the frantic girls.
But it wasn't their fault...They didn't know that nearly the same thing happened last weekend with a group of Americans. Or that Carlo was fed up with the way they were treating his hotel. They were just having a good time. It's what we do when we travel... Get obsessively drunk, invite random people up to our hotel room, take off our clothes, and turn on the music.... Yep.
Unfortunately, it's these people who ruin things for the rest of us.
Maybe next weekend there will be a group of people from TN. This way, Carlo will believe me when I say that not everyone in America is from southern California.
Thanks for keeping up.
Needless to say, I won't be posting a photo album for this one.
Pace Fuori.
Brain and Jess
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Please don't get the wrong impression, I'm not bashing our country. I love our country. I'm just tired of people giving it a bad name. So begins the fiasco at 5 in the morning.
It was 5 in the morning when our phone rang, which by the way is never a good thing. Apart from being sound asleep, our bodies were sluggish with the obscene amount of meat we ate the night before. Struggling with the heartburn and nightblindness, I picked up the phone to hear Carlo's angry and impatient voice repeating the same phrase over and over again. "Le ragazze in due cento sette hanno portato due ragazzi nella camera. Se loro non escono in cinque minuti, telefonerò la polizia." When I pieced together what he was saying I went down to meet him at the door of room 207 where he was yelling in Italian at four ubriaca American girls who could only understand one word he was saying... i'm sure you can guess which word that was.
I restlessly started translating, which was that the guys who came in with them had to leave in 5 minutes or he was calling the police. Also, their music was way too loud, it was five in the morning, and people were trying to sleep. Their response was that there were no guys in the room and they could turn the music down. When I told this to Carlo, he pointed under the bed where we could clearly see the bottom of two feet - to which they said it was one of the 4 girls who had paid for the room and not to worry, because she was naked and darted under the bed in embarrassment when Carlo knocked on the door. This however, did not calm him down. He insisted that there were still two guys hiding in this beer-bottle-littered and smelly room. I asked them several times if there was anyone hiding and their answers didn't change. Carlo then said he was calling the police and it was at that moment when the girl who was causing the most trouble said to me "OK, well maybe there are two guys somewhere... uhh... I could go look for them... they might be in the bathroom." I then said, "So, you're telling me there are two guys here?" "Yes."
After I translated this to Carlo, he sorta lost it. He barged into the room and for a second I thought he was going to slap the girl who had been lying to us for the past 5 minutes. Thankfully, he didn't and proceeded into the bathroom where he found two Italian guys with beer bottles in their hands. He told them to leave immediately and that he was calling the police. Meanwhile, that same girl must have thought she was about to be slapped too, because she became hysterical...Crying and yelling that he couldn't put his hands on her and she didn't pay for this kind of hotel. (which by the way is 35 euros per person, 5 minute walk to the beach, and includes breakfast).
I was stunned.
Eventually, things settled down. The police came, smoothed things over with Carlo, and left us all to go back to bed. I returned to room 207, if anything, to apologize for the way Carlo handled the situation, and say goodnight to the frantic girls.
But it wasn't their fault...They didn't know that nearly the same thing happened last weekend with a group of Americans. Or that Carlo was fed up with the way they were treating his hotel. They were just having a good time. It's what we do when we travel... Get obsessively drunk, invite random people up to our hotel room, take off our clothes, and turn on the music.... Yep.
Unfortunately, it's these people who ruin things for the rest of us.
Maybe next weekend there will be a group of people from TN. This way, Carlo will believe me when I say that not everyone in America is from southern California.
Thanks for keeping up.
Needless to say, I won't be posting a photo album for this one.
Pace Fuori.
Brain and Jess
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