Imagine: you spent 24 hours running between airports. The airport loses your bags, which contain all of your shoes, clothes and toiletries. You ask yourself, is there any way for the day to get worse? And then you realize you don’t have service abroad, so you will have to guess where you’re going, unable to get an Uber. Not to mention your card also doesn’t work. I took a train to Termini and walked to the hotel. It was supposed to be a 15 minute walk, but I hadn’t eaten or drank since the night before; the walk to the hotel took an hour. Upon arrive, I meet Sami/ Sammy. I’m disheveled, upset, tired, and really having the worst day imaginable for me. I have spent the last hour walking in crocs with a backpack on, in sweatpants, and Sammy immediately greets me with “oh you’re the famous one!” And kept telling me how everyone knows me, I’m famous, he can’t wait to see the review! I’m from Midwest, US. The closest to famous I’ve been is the I80 truck stop. It made my day. I had had this awful day, and Sammy took the time to make me smile and laugh. He was considerate and kind. The boy making espresso was kind as well, keeping water out while I studied and giving me a shot of espresso to start the day! I will be staying here again. And I hope Sammy gets the recognition he deserves because he is the reason I did not change my flight home to today.
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