Mercadoiro

I stayed in one of the absolutely charming private rooms: stone walls, gorgeous countryside view. There is also a large shared living room area, again with a spectacular view. The room was completely quiet, which I really needed to fight jet lag. This location is "off-stage" on the Camino, so even in the busy month of September, I set off for a solitary dawn walk in early fog to the sound of roosters. Basic breakfast provided (make your own coffee, small muffin).

Staff/check-in rushed, chaotic as they were also running an extremely busy bar/cafe.

Everything. The buildings are very old and atmospheric, the gardeners are beautiful and have lawn chairs and the food is great.

Can’t think of anything.

Love there was an on site restaurant, lounge chairs to relax and take in the view. Loved the room I reserved. So cozy and huge windows overlooking the patio area. Great food at the restaurant.

I didn’t like that you had to share a washroom with everyone else. The toilet paper ran out and no extras were seen. I brought Kleenex in my purse thankfully.

Mercadorio hotel is a traditional construction resembling a historical building in a peaceful and quiet location. It has a restaurant serving good food reasonably priced. The costarican young waitress in the restaurant was very polite, professional and friendly. Also the chef, who also seems to be the manager, was very helpful offering extremely fast on-site laundry service.

We were shocked when we arrived to checkin as the staff seemed annoyed by us peregrinos and their rude interactions. Rather than a welcome, I received a complaint for not checking in before arriving despite never receiving a message from the hotel with instructions to do that. After completing the check in using their QR code, we had to wait at least half hour to be guided to our room as they were too busy. In the meantime, we had the opportunity to observe the older spanish lady in the staff be super rude to a British tourist that was inquiring why her taxi hadn't arrived after waiting for 2 hours trying -apparently somebody in her party seemed to be suffering a heat stroke-. Since neither spoke a second language, I volunteered to translate. The spanish lady on staff told me that the taxi driver had an accident and wouldn't come. The British lady was shocked and asked what was she going to do, next, I was too embarrassed to let the British lady know that the spanish staff had said that she didn't care and it wasn't her problem. It really surprises me, and makes me sad to see locals mistreating tourists that support their businesses and makes me wonder, if they hate tourists so much, why are they in the hospitality business.