I had a feeling about today; I really did. I was anxious to get the five-hour drive back to Lisbon from Rota over with and drop off the car, looking forward to shedding that responsibility.
We filled up with gas at a truck stop about two hours into the trip, and the car immediately started making a rattling noise. A few miles later, the car chugged to a stop, luckily just as we pulled into a gas station. Chris said it’s possible he used gasoline instead of diesel. That’ll do it.
We spent about three hours on the phone with a rep from Expedia, who was trying to arrange help for us with the nearest Avis car rental agency, about 35 minutes away. She couldn’t get through to anyone, it being Sunday in Spain.
With my minuscule knowledge of Spanish and Google translate, we were able to get a taxi to take us to Badajoz for the night, which is a decent sized city. We are in a Marriott hotel room instead of a cute little flat in Lisbon.
Well, at least we’re all fine, and I had opted for the full insurance with Expedia. It’ll probably be a hassle in the morning and a large fee up front, but what can you do?
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