This morning after breakfast, I wrote a book review. Then I took a three mile walk, thinking maybe I was going to end up in a different part of the city. I wound up by the river, and my ankle was hurting from all the walking I’ve done since Sunday. I decided to head back to the hotel. I sat in the lobby for about 45 minutes, figuring the housekeepers hadn’t had a chance to get to our room.
I was going to get a beer from the vending machine, but the machine only takes tokens and I mistyped my selection. I wound up with still water and M&Ms. When those were done, I went up to the room. It wasn’t done yet, so I dropped off my big camera and took a whiz. Then I went back down to the lobby and played with my iPad for another 45 minutes or so. I noticed that the cleaning cart was at the room across from ours, and its door was open, so I figured our turn might be soon.
I went back to the room at about 12:15 PM. It still wasn’t done, nor had they moved from the room across from us. I wondered if maybe someone threw up in there or something. I decided to look for lunch, but I really hate eating alone. I walked around the area near the hotel, logging another mile or so, bringing me up to four miles. Nothing seemed appealing, and no one was particularly welcoming. It was about 1:00 PM. I thought surely the room would be done.
Went back to the hotel… ordered a large lager, just in case they needed more time. Went to pay for it. Was told one of my 1000 Forints notes is no longer valid. It’s old currency. I made what I’m sure was a hideous face when the lady told me that. Fortunately, I had another 1000 note that is good in 2025. Gave her that to cover the 2173 Forint bill for my beer, and told her to keep the change. Drank the beer, feeling really pissy and wanting to go home.
Went back to the room, opened the door. It’s now 1:30 PM and it still wasn’t done. The housekeeper asked if I wanted her to do it. I asked how long would it take to get to it. She said in about ten minutes. I told her to just give me new towels and a roll of toilet paper. I don’t want to hang out in the fucking lobby for another 20-30 minutes.
I gotta say… I know it’s not their fault, and they work hard… and for the most part, this hotel has been okay. But I’m so glad I got to pick the next place we’re staying, when we go to Kusnacht, Switzerland next month. We’re going to stay in a hotel where people at the Jung Institute often go, and where Jung himself liked to drink beer. The funny thing is, when Bill and I were there in July, we stayed in Seefeld and he took the train to Kusnacht. This time, he has appointments in Seefeld, and we’re staying Kusnacht.
I do like Budapest, but I hate wandering around alone, like a refugee. And I hate eating in restaurants by myself.
Featured photo was one of a group of four little dogs near the Soviet War Memorial. I did get to see that today, before my ankle started to hurt. I really just wanted a shower and peace and quiet. Maybe I’ll get that now. Wonder why that room across from us took so fucking long…
Yesterday was a memorable day that turned out to be quite special. I’ll be writing a longer, more detailed version of this story when I write about this trip, but for now, I want to preserve the memory while I can.
I did a whole lot of walking yesterday. I used to walk a lot, but nowadays, I’ve gotten pretty out of shape. What I did yesterday is no longer normal for me. I probably won’t repeat it today, when I venture out on my own.
I went from the hotel, across the famous Chain Bridge to the Buda side of the city, down the Danube to the Margaret Bridge, around Margaret Island, and then back to the hotel. It took several hours, and I walked close to six miles. I got tired and thirsty, and never managed to eat lunch, although I did have a wonderful cold lager that tasted so good…
After a nap, it was getting close to Bill’s quitting time. I decided to rest in the hotel room. I thought maybe we’d go to the Italian restaurant near our hotel that looked really cool. But since Bill had walked to his conference yesterday morning, he wanted to show me a shopping area very close to where we’re staying. I didn’t bring my purse with me. Instead, I left my bag in hotel room, and carried my phone, some Carmex, and my keycard in my pocket. We were looking at a display in the street, and I dropped my keycard. A few minutes later, I noticed I didn’t have it, and we were walking quickly back to the display to see if we could find it.
On the way there, a modestly dressed, overly friendly woman tried to stop us because she wanted to talk to us… (probably about Jesus, but I don’t know for certain). I was anxious about the keycard and annoyed by the woman. I snapped, “We don’t have time to talk.”
We found the keycard and decided to leave the busy plaza. The intrusion by the proselytizer had put me in a foul mood. I was hungry and tired, and in no mood for people and their bullshit. So I forgot about the Italian place, and we rounded a corner, where we were confronted with a bunch of touristy restaurants… the kind with pictures of the food.
I don’t like to eat in touristy restaurants. I find that the food is usually overpriced and mediocre, and the service is half assed. When we went to look at the menu, there was a very young, pretty woman in a very short skirt, clearly there to lure in male customers. That, too, was a bit of a turn off.
Then a group of Asians rudely pushed in front of us as we were talking to the hostess. They didn’t even end up eating there. By all rights, we should have just walked away and found someplace less obnoxious.
Nevertheless, I really needed to eat something, and didn’t want to repeat the process at the next restaurant. So although I had low expectations, and was put off by the tackiness of the menu and the hostess’s attire, we said yes to the “tourist trap”.
The short skirted hostess pointed to a four top table, right by where the stream of guests were walking in, which I didn’t like. The chair was also not very comfortable. The faux arm rests, which weren’t actually functioning arm rests, dug into my thighs (more long walks without lunch might solve that issue).
I was not all that enticed by the menu, which was a lot of heavy Hungarian dishes, along with pastas, salads, and other stuff. I ended up ordering a draft beer and a Caesar salad with shrimps. Bill had chicken paprikash.
As expected, the food was fairly mediocre. My salad was mostly iceberg lettuce, with quartered toasted white bread, a small slice of bell pepper, some greens, dressing, and Parmesan cheese. I think there were six medium sized prawns. I was glad they weren’t overcooked.
About halfway through dinner, a quartet of musicians showed up. One guy was playing what looked like a dulcimer, while the other three were playing a violin, viola, and upright bass violin. I shouldn’t have been surprised that they played extremely well.
The violin player was obviously leading the act, and he noticed me enjoying the music. He acknowledged my admiration with a big smile, and kept playing Hungarian hits of centuries ago. And then they started playing “I Could Have Danced All Night”, a song from My Fair Lady I often tease Bill with by changing the lyrics to something obscene. Before I knew it, I enthusiastically burst in, singing along like Julie Andrews. People stopped to listen, like it was something out of a movie. The fiddle players came over and started accompanying me. Then they played “Memory”, which I could have sung, but the key wasn’t ideal.
Bill gave them a big tip and we bought their CD, which made me happy, because I love buying music from buskers. It’s probably my favorite souvenir. However, Bill had given them such a big tip that he was short on cash to cover the price of the CD. They wisely sold it to us, anyway. LOLOLOL… Well, it’s not like we didn’t already pay them with the tip.
They played to most of the other people sitting on the terrace and a group of Brits really got into singing “Edelweiss” and “Do-Re-Mi”. One of them came over and paid me a compliment on my voice, and I returned the compliment to him and his group, when he jokingly said, “You weren’t as good as we were!” 🤭
Bill and I had wine for dessert, and left there feeling a lot better than we did when we arrived. And it later occurred to me that this is something that happens to me quite often. I show up somewhere in a foul mood; something amazing happens; then I leave with great memories, or a new story to write about in my blog. When I am back at my usual computer, I’ll have to write more about that phenomenon. I don’t know if this is something unique to me, but it’s happened to me a lot of times in my lifetime.
Anyway, I’m sure this is what the band does all the time… get the crowd going and earn tips, which is exactly what they should be doing. But they were truly kind and talented gents, and I couldn’t help but realize how much time, money, and energy went into what they do. They were stellar musicians. I didn’t hear them put a single note wrong. And as someone who is also somewhat of a musician, I really appreciated that. But I also love that they gave me a wonderful memory and a new story to share.
Bill was emotionally overwhelmed last night, and so was I. The musicians brought tears to my eyes, because they were so good. And when we left, they bid us an enthusiastic good night. I felt like I made new friends! 😁 Music truly is an international language that brings people together.
Every time we travel, something crazy happens… But even if we hadn’t encountered the wonderful musicians, we also saw a guy who came up, perused the menu very obviously, and then walked along the terrace and tapped all of the flowers in an odd and entertaining way. If anything, Budapest is a great place for people watching.
I don’t know what today holds. I’ll probably try to explore the area we vamoosed out of last night, since it looks like it might be a good place to buy stuff for the grandchildren. I don’t think I’ll walk six miles again, though. I need to let my thighs heal from all the chafing.
We arrived yesterday morning, after a mostly smooth flight from Frankfurt. Bill is here on business, while I’m tagging along. So far, it’s been warm and crowded, but I did get some very nice photos of the Danube River last night, along with some shots of some of the sights.
At one point, an older couple randomly stopped in the street in front of the famous (and very beautiful) Parliament building and started tongue kissing. I blurted out, “Gawd! That was totally for us, and not for them…” Hello… it’s a government building! Why do you need to swap spit in front of it?
At another point, some obnoxious ass was peeling out in front of everyone with his car. I said, “Someone has a very small penis.” A passer by heard me say that and cracked up. By the way, it’s hard not to be overheard here. There are a lot of people in Budapest right now. Maybe that’s why the hotels were so expensive.
We had lunch and dinner, and are staying in a hotel that, frankly, I wouldn’t have booked. But when you’re staying places on the company dime, you don’t always get a choice. Anyway, Budapest is still a beautiful city. I expect I’ll experience some things… Eventually, I’ll go across the river and get some photos of the Parliament building from a distance. That will replace the one I took in 2009, with an inferior camera.
Anyway… it’s always nice to get away for a few days. We’ll be here until Saturday, so there will be more pictures and stories to come. And then, I will get to work on booking us a fabulous hotel in Zurich, because I get to tag along on Bill’s next trip there, too. That happens in early October.
It’s Labor Day weekend. In previous years, that meant going away for a short break. This year, we stayed home, because tomorrow, Bill has to fly to Lausanne, Switzerland for an overnight. He’s going to meet with one of the analysts at the C.G. Jung Institute as he progresses through the admissions process. Then, next Sunday, we will both be flying to Budapest, Hungary for several nights. Bill will be working, and I’ll be tagging along, looking for interesting photo ops.
We did a few things this weekend, though. On Friday night, we went to the wine stand. We talked to our American neighbors, a married lesbian couple with two children. One of the wives is a reservist in the military, though not posted here. The other is applying for German citizenship for herself and their children. The reservist is pursuing a doctorate in social work, so she was interested in hearing about Bill’s journey at the Jung Institute. She’s setting up a private practice for Americans and other English speakers here.
It stormed, so we sat under the tents and waited for it to pass. I couldn’t help but remember that in 2017, the awning from hell collapsed, and our former landlady accused me of negligence, because later that day, there was a storm. She claimed I was negligent for using the awning in a storm, which I hadn’t done… but obviously, it’s not uncommon for Germans to use awnings and tents when it storms. Yesterday was the anniversary of that sad event, which led to a lawsuit.
Saturday morning, I got up and went into the backyard to clean up dog poop and check the water bowls. I noticed one of the bowls was dirty. It wasn’t the first time. Then I saw a feather floating in the bowl and assumed that a bird has been using it as a bird bath. It occurred to me that maybe we should have a bird bath for the backyard. That would be a good excuse to get out of the house, anyway.
So we went to the hardware store– the one with the cool slide for kids. We searched the whole store, but they didn’t have any bird baths for sale. We also tried the Globus, which is a HUGE hypermarket. No luck there, either, although we did leave with a booze haul, Belgian beers, some groceries, and some really tasty snacks called Fonzies, which are like Parmesan flavored Cheetos. I’d say they’re superior.
Then last night, as I was sitting in the backyard, listening to music and drinking beer, I saw what appeared to be a female blackbird eating bugs. I assume she’s the one who keeps dirtying the dog’s water bowl. I put two out there, and they really only use the one on the right. The bird uses the one on the left. I am still looking for a bird bath, but maybe I shouldn’t bother. It’s going to be winter soon enough. I got some pictures of her. Looks like she was eating the bugs on Bill’s tomato and pepper plants. They say blackbirds don’t eat aphids, though… Maybe that’s not a female blackbird, after all.
As I was taking photos, the song “Maneater” by Hall & Oates came on. I changed the lyrics to “Bug eater.”
And then this morning, after being repeatedly pawed by Charlie, Bill got up and made breakfast. The biscuits turned out perfectly. So did the grits. I’m so blessed to be married to a man who knows his way around comfort food. He has really perfected making perfect biscuits. It’s not as easy as it seems!
I’m not sure what we’ll do today. Bill just asked if I want to go out. There is a wine fest going on in Mainz that we could attend. Do I want to go? I don’t know… The Mais Labyrinth is also going on, and we passed it on the way home from the store, but after we went to Globus, we were too tired to consider visiting. I always feel drained after going to Globus. It’s a HUGE store. But it was cool to watch the ladies making the melon displays as we passed. They take melons and turn them into people or animals or other decorations. Quite an impressive skill!
Anyway, that’s about all I have to write about for now. If we end up going out, I’ll update.
Although we had somewhat decent weather over the weekend, Bill and I decided to stay home and take care of a few chores. Or, actually, Bill did chores, and I made anti-Trump song parodies based on old songs by Blondie.
On Friday of this week, our old mattress, along with a freezer Bill bought from a former co-worker in Stuttgart, and a few other odds and ends, will be picked up and hauled somewhere. Since the freezer is tall, cumbersome, and heavy, Bill decided to disassemble the freezer as much as possible. He took off the door, and removed the drawers.
He also went out to buy more dog food, and while he was out, acquired a couple of large plastic bins. He put our Christmas stuff into the bins, and cleared out more junk that needs to be discarded or donated. Our basement looks a lot better now, and I look forward to having the space that will be made once we get rid of the freezer, which hasn’t worked since 2019.
Back in 2017, when we still lived near Stuttgart, I had suggested to Bill that maybe we should buy a stand alone freezer. That was because the house we lived in only had a tiny “dorm sized” fridge, with no freezer space to speak of. That fridge also barely worked, and though the landlady had presumably provided it, she accused us of DUMPING it on her when we moved out, and stealing our own fridge, which I purchased when we moved into that house. Anyway, instead of buying a new freezer, Bill decided to help out his buddy, an enthusiastic hunter, who was moving back to the States. He bought one of the three freezers the guy was unloading.
I was actually against that idea, since in my experience, used appliances don’t always work so well in the long run. We could also afford to get a new freezer, and I would have chosen a smaller freezer, in any case. But anyway, that freezer worked for a couple of years. It was a lot bigger than what we needed. And then, in 2019, it stopped functioning. It’s been taking up space in our basement ever since.
Aside from cleaning up the basement and dismantling the freezer, Bill also made homemade tomato sauce for pasta, which we’ll probably have tonight, and he brewed another batch of beer. It always amazes me how domestic my husband is, especially considering his background, and the fact that he actually has a wife who stays home. Some of the tomatoes were supplied by our landlord, who brought them over yesterday morning, while I was sitting on the toilet. It took me a moment to get to the door, and he was afraid he’d gotten me out of bed! Not quite! We also have a lot of cherry tomatoes from Bill’s gardening efforts over the summer.
Not surprisingly, the weather has gotten a lot cooler. That new air conditioner we bought last week is now becoming a lot less necessary, although we still use it at night, if only because the noise makes it easier to sleep. The new mattress is also an enormous improvement, although I’m finding that we need to break it in. Or maybe I need to get a new topper for it. Maybe next time Bill schedules a bulk trash pick up, we’ll get rid of the topper, along with the old sun umbrella in our garage, and maybe the air conditioner we replaced.
Bill also worked on lining up interviews for the C.G. Jung Institute. He has to go to Switzerland and have in person interviews with three analysts before he can complete the application process. Lining up the appointments hasn’t been easy, as two of the analysts are in Zürich, and one is in Lausanne. But he’s planning an overnight trip to Lausanne next week. Then, in October, he will travel to Zürich again for the other two appointments, as the analysts there have offices within walking distance of each other. I may go with him on the trip to Zürich, since it might also give me a chance to see Dr. Blair in Stuttgart and get my teeth cleaned. Bill has to pay for the interviews in Switzerland. But he’s so excited and interested in the program, that he’s willing to jump through the hoops.
The featured photo is of the rose bush in the backyard. It has a few blossoms. It’s been known to produce flowers until December, but this year, I think it will go dormant early. Our neighbor’s apple tree, which usually dumps apples all over the yard, is also pretty sparse in fruit production this year. That’s okay with me, since the apples that fall in the yard are usually eaten up by worms and such. There is no doubt about it, though… autumn is rapidly approaching.
Every German house we’ve lived in has had at least one rose bush– and they’ve all been different colors! Our first house had pink ones; second house had yellow ones; and here, we have red roses. The red ones are my favorites. I think this house might be my favorite, too, which makes sense, since it’s also the most expensive of the three!
This isn’t the most exciting post, I know… but on a more interesting note, Bill and I are going to Budapest, Hungary on September 7th, and we’ll be there until the 13th. So the travel blog will be waking up again soon.
My mom has spent the last couple of weeks aboard the Royal Crown, a river boat leased by Hebridean Island Cruises during the summer. She decided to take that all inclusive luxury cruise last year after asking me for advice on cruising. Originally, she had considered a Viking cruise, but she reconsidered when I told her about the amazing time Bill and I had when we were on Hebridean Princess in November 2012. It’s a very luxurious, civilized, British experience. Once you pay your fare, you don’t have to worry about anything else. There’s no tipping and the bar is open. It’s one cruise that is truly all inclusive. I also knew my mom loves Britain, so I recommended Royal Crown. Originally, I wanted to join her, but we had a few too many major expenses this year (including the dental work I still need). Hebridean cruises are wonderful, but they are very expensive.
Mom’s trip included two back to back cruises on Royal Crown, as well as a few days in England, where she met up with my dad’s former secretary from Mildenhall Air Force Base. Then she flew with all the rest of the folks on the first cruise to Basel, Switzerland. The focus was on wine. They boarded the boat and traveled to Strasbourg, France, Cologne, Germany, Bamberg, Wurzburg, Koblenz, and Nuremberg. In Nuremberg, a new cruise started with a music focus. They went to Regensberg, Passau, Linz, Salzburg, Vienna, Bratislava, and Budapest. Mom didn’t take any photos and says a lot of it is still a blur. But she had a great time and made some new British friends. She was the only American on the boat. I expected that, since when Bill and I were on Princess, we were the only Americans on our first cruise and one of two American couples on the second. Also, Hebridean tends to cater to older folks and single travelers. On our first cruise, I was the youngest passenger at age 40! Mom fit right in.
We picked up my mother on Saturday after she flew to Stuttgart from Budapest. It was her first time in Budapest and she stayed at the Corinthia Hotel, which is where Bill and I stayed in September 2009. We knew it’s a wonderful place to stay and mom concurred. If you like five star luxury, you can’t go wrong at the Corinthia.
I hadn’t seen my mom since Thanksgiving 2014, when Bill and I went to Virginia to celebrate the holiday and say goodbye to my dad, who died in July 2014. We had a memorial service for him at Thanksgiving so more family could attend. Last August, right after my dad died, my mom discovered that she had breast cancer. She had a breast removed, but then seemed to bounce back effortlessly.
We took her by the Auld Rogue in Vaihingen on the way home because I was really getting hangry. She enjoyed their pulled pork sandwich special, but had to take most of it with her. This is sort of her first time in Germany. Though my dad was in the Air Force, they were never stationed here, nor did they ever visit here on one of their many trips. She had wanted to visit me the last time we lived here, but my dad became very ill with dementia and she spent the next few years taking care of him. I think this last year has been liberating for her, even if she misses him sometimes.
She met my dogs, Zane and Arran, for the first time on Saturday…
Zane took to her right away…
My mom is a big dog lover, but hasn’t had one since 2001, when our dog Ginger died. I used to be able to share the dogs with her when we lived in Virginia, but the past few years have been pretty hectic move wise.
Yesterday, we had a nice peaceful morning and afternoon. Mom sat out on the patio with a book and enjoyed the typically quiet German Sunday. Then, we went to Tuebingen, where mom got to see one of our favorite medieval German college towns. She experienced her first biergarten.
Mom tries a radler. She is not a beer fan, but she seemed to enjoy this… And she tried my hefeweizen and said it tasted better than most beers do. I think her problem is that my dad drank a lot of cheap mass produced Anheuser-Busch beers that tasted like crap.
While we were at the Neckarmuller, we watched people punting, swimming, and even sailing. One group of Germans was especially entertaining…
I love a good musical interlude. We also passed a group playing strings near the cathedral and a trio of women who were singing together as they walked. Made me very proud to be here with my very musical mom.
After some beer and people watching, we walked through the park on the other side of the Neckarmuller. One group of folks was barbecuing on their boat while in the river. I love hanging out in Tuebingen, because there is never a shortage of people to watch. And on the river, they usually put on a good show. Especially if there’s a good hen party.
Another group got caught in some low hanging branches.
The tunnel on the way back to the car.
We passed this “cloud” on the way…
There is a sister exhibit in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Cool! Even if it did remind me a little of a loogy.
Swimmers… might have to join them someday.
This may have been the first sailboat I’ve ever seen in Tuebingen.
A party boat…
I think we’re going to go to Nagold today, though I’m also hoping to visit a place or two I haven’t yet blogged about. I definitely want to try a different restaurant. Bill has taken off until Wednesday to help me entertain my mom until she flies back to the States.
Bill and I have been very fortunate to have spent a lot of time in Europe. I’m very happy to be going back, if only because it means I can blog about the cool places we’re bound to see while we’re there this time. One important part of traveling in Europe is finding a good place to stay. Europe has an abundance of good hotels, but a few we’ve stayed in over the years stick out in my mind. Here’s a list of some of my favorite hotels in Europe.
We were fortunate to be able to take one last quick trip before we PCS’d back to the US in September 2009. I decided we should go to Budapest, because I figured the other places I wanted to see– mostly western European capital cities– were more accessible from the United States. Budapest seemed more exotic and it was also cheaper than places like Rome and Madrid (both of which we visited later). Corinthia Hotel turned out to be a wonderful place to spend three nights. We sprang for a reasonably priced executive room, which gave us access to a lounge where we had generous access to snacks and drinks all day. The hotel itself is beautiful and conveniently located. It also features a fantastic spa. We were left we a great impression of Budapest and would happily go back…
We visited Bella Baita in May 2008. Run by American pastry chef Marla and her Italian husband Fabrizio, this adorable little B&B is located about five kilometers up a mountain side and offers stunning views of the French border. Bella Baita is very reasonably priced, yet it offers a very authentic taste of Italian culture. Marla and Fabrizio go to great lengths to give guests unique ideas on things to do. When we stayed with them, we took a cooking class and Marla took us to the market in Pinerolo, a very charming little city where there are very few Americans. We also visited Turin, which is where the flagship Eataly store is (a great place to visit if you’re a foodie), and Briancon, a charming Alpine French border town. I hope we can visit Bella Baita again during our next stint in Germany.
Bill and I visited The Blue Beetroot in Bolaslaweic, Poland in November 2008. At the time, it was a fairly new place that was just being discovered by American military wives on the hunt for Polish pottery. Since then, it’s become a booming place. Bill and I didn’t go there for pottery, though we did bring some home with us. We went because it was our 6th anniversary and we wanted to visit Dresden and Prague. I wasn’t so hung up on pottery as I was interested in The Blue Beetroot, which I had stumbled across on Trip Advisor and thought sounded like a neat place. We spent five nights there and visited Karpacz, a ski resort area, the Borowski glass factory, Dariusz Milinski’s art gallery, and Legnica. It was very cost effective and we kept surprisingly busy!
Mr. Milinski’s Puppet Theatre… across the street from his art gallery. It’s an amazing place.
We stayed at this charming, family run hotel near Dijon just a couple of months ago. I wish we’d had longer than one night to enjoy this cute little inn. We had an adorable room with a great view of the surrounding area and the hotel is located in a darling little residential area complete with a beautiful chapel. It’s a healthy walk to Dijon proper, but I managed to do it despite being well past my 20s. Breakfast is served in a parlor and includes a delicious fruit salad, croissants, and fresh coffee by the pot. The couple who owns this hotel are very kind and gracious. If you don’t mind being outside of the city center of Dijon, I highly recommend Hotel la Bonbonierre.
This is a nice hotel in the Jewish Quarter of Seville. It’s located within steps of the cathedral and the maze like Santa Cruz neighborhood in Seville. Bill and I really enjoyed this hotel’s stylish interior and helpful staffers. It’s right in the thick of things without being too noisy. If you visit Seville and enjoy spas, be sure to visit Aire, a very relaxing hammam within walking distance of the hotel. And if you didn’t bring a bathing suit, don’t worry. They have some there you can borrow.
We found this gem of a family run hotel on Jetsetter.com and stayed there in May 2013. It’s located outside the city limits of Florence on a beautiful private estate. Step behind the gated entry and enjoy the beautiful, natural scenery, peace, and quiet. The hustle and bustle of Florence is just a short cab ride away. One thing that made this hotel extra special for us was the arrangement they had with a local trattoria owned by another family. It was close enough to walk to from the hotel, but the owners of the restaurant would pick up hotel patrons because the road in front of the hotel was dangerous to walk along with its hairpin turns and heavy traffic. The restaurant offers delightful and authentic Italian cuisine and a waiter who easily speaks four languages.
The view at Hotel Marignolle…
I may have to continue this post soon, but for now, these are just a few places we’ve enjoyed since our European adventures began in 2007. I can hardly wait to discover more places when we go back to Germany in two weeks!
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