Well, let’s just say that I went through the biggest period of stress I think I have ever experienced. And that really is saying something! I lost the will to write – apart from lists and lists and lists of what needed to be done. Opening a hotel it appears, isn’t easy.
My A team of staff had to learn, amongst other things how to lay a table the English way. Now this is hard enough for Americans, but for Nicaraguans who have never been to a restaurant, it must seem ridiculous – and I’m having it no other way.
I wanted everything perfect for opening – silly me – and spent a lot of time being frustrated and on the verge of tears (I think some of my staff felt the same).
Gone was the happy go lucky party girl Karen. This was a dose of reality.