I’ve always wondered whether I do or not, but this summer I found out for sure. Straight from the bull’s mouth, as it were. It all happened in the exotic location of Benalmadena, Malaga.
It was our second day in the 4 star hotel-apartment as we came back after lunch to get out of the heat. When we turned up at the room the head maid was just going in (it helps to know we’d had a chat with her the day before in the corridor, all in Spanish, and the following conversation was also in Spanish).
“Oh,” she said, looking down at her list of rooms. “I didn’t realise you guys were in this room.”
“Yeah we are,” said my wife. Continue reading “Do you get treated unfairly as a foreigner?”