We checked into Dom Jose Hotel Quarteria, where we stayed in June, during the World Cup.
Mrs Monk immediately asserted her disapproval of the room that we were assigned. We were offered a luxury twin room facing the sea, and she insisted on a “double” room and none were available unless Mrs Monk was willing to forfeit her other criteria namely, “luxury” and “sea view.”
Mrs Monk was aware that I would refuse to change rooms once she had committed. A long silent stand off between Mrs Monk and the polite check-in girl began, and after a while I looked at my wrist, where my watch would be, had I worn one.
Mrs Monk broke the silence.
“Are you waiting for me to start yelling?” she said.
We checked into our luxury twin room with a sea view. And Mrs Monk was obliged to keep herself to herself, for the duration of our trip and consequently I enjoyed rare nights of unadulterated sleep. Joy.
This did not stop Mrs Monk’s continuing negotiations for another room with new receptionists as they appeared, which began as soon as the bags were unpacked, until they were re-packed for our departure.