The Walking Dread

I work in a nice hotel in a very old and touristy city in the south of Spain. Our building, along with all the others in the city centre, has been here for hundreds (and in some cases, over a thousand) of years. The streets are narrow, the floor uneven, and the atmosphere charming.

I’ve checked in some American guests earlier today. They were dropped off using our hotel’s shuttle bikes, but these are only used for airport pick up and drop offs. 

They’ve just got back from their first afternoon sightseeing, visiting the town centre and the immediate area. They already look tired and dishevelled. They walk up to me at the front desk.

Guests: “So you guys just… walk places? Like, on purpose?”

I had to hold back from giving a sarcastic answer!