Nothing good

The two girls were met by a very underwhelming room. Nothing had changed since the 80's the girls expected, guessing that may have been the last time the room was cleaned. "At least there's no dead bodies" Claire said with a shrug. Eleanor grimaced at the thought that they would be spending a prolonged period of time in the grubby, dusty old room. She walked over to the shutters and gently peeled them open. The paint on them was flaking and she didn't trust that they would stay attached to the wall for the duration of their stay. Stepping out onto the balcony, Eleanor was pleasantly surprised by the view. Palm trees and the tops of terracotta roofs as far as the eye could see, as well as the occasional old church scattered around in the distance. "Hey Nell" Claire called. She had managed to get the boxy, old tv to work however, the picture was predictably sketchy.

Since she could remember, everyone called Eleanor, Nell. It had kind of stuck and she had grown used to it. Claire had been her best friend all that time and the pair had never once argued. Other friends saw them as being thick as thieves, very rarely spending time apart. They had been looking forward to their backpacking journey, and all the adventures they would have.