Each person has a number of measures to describe the goodness of a trip. There are some who are set on the number of monuments / museums visited other in the number of pickups, others in the cups that are drunk and others in the sunshine to have been exposed. There are however others (among whom I include myself) for which the goodness of the trip was based on a single parameter: the quality of the services of the place visited. And I do not mean services the hotel cafeteria open 24 hours or that have Wi-Fi or that the city has a decent public transport network ... Bluntly, what I mean is
shite.
And Borges was saying is that if every man in the moment of orgasm is the same man, I say that everyone at the time of eschatological urgency is the same person, and there's nothing more to ease the soul and spirit and the power vent body quietly in an incomparable quality service.
For those who have struggled in the worst places, say that but really all it takes is a hollow and a bit of paper, one with age and experience gets the same is getting more exquisite, and while quality paper is essential if it is at least pleasant. Such as hotels, let us make a classification of services by stars, depending on the facilities offered.
1 Star (*) a drummer, sucillo, uncovered, and with little or no role. For this category it is necessary the valuable help of a friend (usually friends) who ALWAYS leads clinex them. The tank does not always work, check first.
2 Stars (**) Bater, and with cover, and paper. Tank in good condition, although cleaning is not exquisite.
3 Stars (***) 's a **, but with higher cleaning standards. You can have brush. Some (*** superior category) have a sink with soap for hands.
4 Stars (****) As the ***, but with brush and toilet as standard. Hang coats / coat rack in the door optional.
5 Stars (*****) All of ****, but with tiles lattices, and even magazines or newspapers at the entrance to serve yourself. The cleaning standards are very high, come on, I could eat soup in them. Hors-serie
or outside category is the issue of signage in services, and as a sign of a button (taken with the phone in a restaurant in Trastevere, Rome, sorry for quality):
