Essential writing, homework for lesson 7.1 The Hotel,
Written by Louise Grammatico
On the approach of the hotel, Hilda was possessed of the thought that she has chosen a wrong place. She was wondering if on the Internet are offered only not well-maintained places. It was advertised as a splendid place to stay, sensational place to eat, inspiring things to do, venues for hire which ensures that the guests will experience a lot of various opportunities for relaxing, near proximity to touristic attractions. Hilda wanted to escape from her hometown for a week or two after she was threatened by an unknown dangerous man in a coffee bar in the town center and she has reserved for her and for her cousin Celeste a stay in a hotel in the countryside not far from one big castle. Hilda felt that she need some time for relaxing and she wanted to avoid complications. Looking back in the past, perhaps the fleabag was planned as an example of good indoor with a relaxing and friendly atmosphere.
The three-floored sites surrounded with some space laid out with flowers and ornamental shrubs, with wore out grey and pink colored façade possessed obvious need of renewing as the freshness completely missed. The pink color of the balcony was peeled off. At some places, the small parts of the plaster were split out. I have seen fewer cars parked on the carpark. She alighted from the cab and on the way to the entrance she comprehended that it is not so easy to plan a journey. Hilda was in her thirties, with chestnut hair, blue eyes, and pretty face. She wore a beige trouser, crème blouse, jacket and shoes of easy fit. As she entered the hotel carrying her suitcase, not very big, she felt that the place needs entire innovating. The colors of the installed on the foyer wall-papers were shown signs of age. The old- fashioned style of the interior was not just retro but dated certainly from the time of the initial build of the hostelry. At the corners were placed antique commodes beautified with wood-carving and window glasses. Inside them were arranged a coffee and tea sets of porcelain colored in flowered patterns. Along the window were installed coffee tables surrounded with chairs in responding retro style. The ceramic tiles on the floor were tastefully nuanced in brown-colored forming previously beautiful geometric figures, which now became seedy. There it was not seen any other visitors. She wondered if it is no better idea to leave and to find a room in another lodge. Still wasn’t sure what she wants to occupy the chamber, Hilda reached the reception. The young woman on the reception was dressed in a floral printed dress and beautiful clips on her long red hair.
She rose her head and on her sweet face appeared glaring smile:
‘’Good afternoon, have you booked a stay?’’ the red-haired young receptionist politely asked Hilda.
‘’I looked online a single room before a week. If the room is still available?’’
Respond Hilda
‘What us your name?’ the receptionist had asked politely.
‘Hilda Sanderson,’, replied Hilda.
‘Wait for a second,’ responded the red-haired beauty and then she started to thumb the pages before her and glancing on the computer. After a few minutes she said:
‘It is a single room reserved on the third floor. Now, do you want to confirm your reservation, madam?’
‘Today what is the price?’ inquired Hilda
‘The price is the same as it was at the time of your online booking. Seventy -five; if you stay longer, the price is lessening five pounds a day till reach forty pounds per day and stay stable on that level if the stay is less than a month.’
The receptionist was so informative that Hilda could not cancel the reservation and responded:
‘I will take the room,’
‘For how long?’ asked the young woman behind the computer with a melodic voice.
‘Now I will pay for three days and on the third day, if I need to stay longer, I will book again,’ replied still hesitating Hilda
‘Fine, I will register you for a three day and you can pay when you leave us,’ the welcoming assistant notified something in her journal. ‘Fourth room on the left after the stairs on the third floor. This is the key,’ receptionist
‘Thanks a lot,’ Hilda took her bags and headed to the lift.
‘The elevator is not working today. The staircase is on the left’ Hilda has heard the warning advice of the red-haired young woman behind her.
‘’Reserving on the Internet, never again’’ this thought flashed into her head on her way climbing the stairs.
Soon she arrived at her room on the third floor. The carper was in matching colors with the embellishing and the furnishing in grey, sea-blue and cobalt but was as grew old as the furnishing of the couch. The newly installed curtains in bright colors reflected the entire expression. The wooden bed was covered with a blue-grey blanket. On both sides were placed small cabinets above one of which was installed a lamp. On the wall was installed a reproduction of a painting picturing a landscape. On the corner were placed a big arm-chair. Hilda placed her bags on the luggage board and went to see if in the bathroom the hot water is available. After the long travelling, she felt the wish to get a bath. At the course of the bathing, Hilda has wondered if the hotel ensure her safety as one of the blue tiles on the wall was missing. Still dressed in a bath cloth, she pulled out from the suitcase a pair of trousers and a simple blouse Changed in a casual style she approached the window to see the view, still thinking where to go for supper. Hilda hesitated between the hotel-restaurant and a place outside of the hotel area. On her way towards the hotel, she has spotted some small restaurant, seeming welcoming and not expensive.
‘It is always more affordable in a place outside than in the hotel-restaurant’ she re-thinking twice.
She took her handbag and the coat and walked out, stepping confidently, setting off for one of the nearest sympathetic restaurants who offered freshly prepared cooked food.
Author: Louise Grammatico