The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 124

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The Series Of My Life - Season 1 - Episode 124

22. Vilamora
Vilamoura is the largest luxury tourist complex in Europe, covering some
20 km² of land. It is located in the
municipality of Loulé, in the Algarve,
Portugal

I had arrived in Vilamoura with Jennifer on the evening of January 5th 2006. I had discovered that there was no flight from Lisbon to Berlin on 6th and 7th.

From the look of the tourist Resort city, I had figured that there was nothing like a cheap Hotel there. We had located the Crown Plaza Hotel at Rua do Oceano Antlantico. We rented a room at €120 per night.

Earlier that day in Lisbon, Madam Grace had called me and said she was heading to Porto to pick Jennifer up as we agreed the previous day. It was around 10am. I asked her to call me when she got to Sao Bento train station in Porto.

After her call, I had called Jose and asked him to start coming to Porto as well. He had told me that they were already in the train to Porto.

I had called Francis as soon as I finished talking to the Porto bound group. He said he was on his way to collect the Resident permit from his immigration friend.

I went downstairs and entered a bus down to Baixa where Madam Grace had her shop. I wanted to use that opportunity to find out about flight tickets before my documents were ready.

I got to Baixa and went straight to a dirty congested boutique owned by a Chinese man who had lost half of his teeth. I bought a face cap and put it on my head. I pulled the peak down to cover half of my face, then I walked quickly down to the travel agent’s office. He was there when I came. I greeted him as he offered me a single Plastic chair opposite him.
” I need two flight tickets to Berlin tomorrow morning” I said.

” He pressed his computer keyboard several times and shook his head.
” There are no flights to Berlin tomorrow and the day after tomorrow” he said.
I stared at him as he explained that there was a blizzard going on in Berlin. All the flights to Berlin had been grounded until January 8. He said there would be a flight from Faro to Berlin on the evening of January 7th but explained that Faro was 260km south of Lisbon.

I couldn’t believe what I heard.
I had just sent Madam Grace’s squad and Jose’s Squad to Porto on a collision course and here was a shocker about grounded flights. It wasn’t time to grieve. I needed to think and make a quick decision.
I called Jennifer and told her to pack our bags immediately. I told her to suspend whatever she was doing and get ready. We were moving out of town.

I called a cab and drove back to my Hotel. Jennifer was still scrambling with her cloths.