Normally when Hubby and I go on a vacation, I really don’t like to eat breakfast at the hotels. Hotel breakfasts may be nice, but quite honestly, they are all very similar, no matter what country you go to. The thing is, Sunday, in Barcelona, lots of things are closed, so to be on the safe side, we decided to have breakfast here at Grand Hotel Central. Our hotel breakfast was the usual affair: a buffet of croissants, bread, eggs, and fruit salad. All good and well. As we were leaving the breakfast room the waitress came and told us we had to sign the bill to our room, and that is when my beady little eyes noticed the price… 42 Euros!!! Even Hubby, who goes through money like its toilet paper was shocked! Admittedly, I did eat my share, but now that I saw the bill, apparently I did not eat enough.
As I was leaving the hotel dining room I saw some of the guests daintily eating their breakfast. In my head I am thinking “Oh, you foolish people… eat… for tomorrow you die.”
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