I loved every minute of my interview at Majestic Hotel.
My visit to Majestic Hotel was full of surprises. I had been to Barcelona many times before, but never liked it too much. I would compare it to Paris, from architecture, language, subway systems to everything else; always came to the conclusion that Paris was more fitting for me. On this particular trip to Spain, since I was conducting a series of interviews, I was alone much more than previous trips. This resulted to a surprising enjoyment of the city while running from one appointment to another. It’s the reason why I believe people should travel alone, like Anna Carey’s article a few weeks ago, perceptions blossomed during moments of independence can drastically shift introspective views. Most of the time, in a fortunate and positive light.
I loved every minute of my interview at Majestic Hotel. Just as my sentiments toward Barcelona were unexpectedly yet favorably altering, the interview process at Majestic arrived with one gasp of surprise after another. I first met Ignacio (Director of Marketing & Sales,) who provided an hour of the business and history scope. Then I was introduced to Gemma (Director Majestic and Majestic Group,) who carried a constant energetic smile throughout the entire afternoon. While we conversed in French, I was utterly impressed with her natural charisma and thought: this is what happens when you love your job, living your professional dream. When you love what you do, you’re never infected by fatigue.
After chatting with Gemma for an hour, she led me to Eva, who heads the MajesticSpa project. Next thing I knew, I was invited to a facial, a body massage with grapefruit champagne. All of this arrived after a delicious lunch at the hotel’s lounge. Both the facial and the massage felt heavenly, I transformed into a fairy princess. When I walked out of Majestic Hotel that afternoon and headed toward my next interview, I looked up and stopped for a minute: Gaudi’s Casa Batlló nudged at my awestruck attention span. Though surprised, but I knew. I was falling in love, with Barcelona.