[ Aug.2016 ] This summer, my mum came to stay with us in Europe to avoid the unbearable heat in Japan.
And we had a short holiday together in Poland.
Because my mother is old, we asked for special assistance at the airports.
This is a useful service whereby they moved my mum on a wheelchair or a cart to the gate (or from the gate to the luggage reclaim floor).
My mum talked to the cart driver and found that the journey distance is as long as 1 mile at Heathrow.
Thanks to this service, my mum did not get tired and moved easily.
This time to Warsaw both of the pilots were women and the landing was noticeably smooth.
The hotel in Warsaw was the Marriott, which was a sky scraper near the railway station.
Our room was on the 32nd floor with a great view.
The breakfast was very good, too, especially the strawberry milkshake.
I felt that the staff training was very thorough in this hotel.
In other words, although it does not sound very nice, I felt that they did their work properly as they were well trained, rather than through their own natural kindness.
Well that is good enough anyway.
Soon after we arrived, we went to the station to get the train tickets for the next day.
We joined a queue at the rather shabby window and I wondered if we could make ourselves understood.
But the woman at the window was very nice with the atmosphere of ‘caring mother’.
She told us the necessities in English without any problems.
