Christine had booked us in to the Haus Montanara which looked to be an excellent base for families with a small kitchen and living area in each room. Unfortunately, due to a miscommunication somewhere along the line (either Christine’s broken German or their Post-it Note booking system) we only had a room for one night and consequently wasted an hour or more finding tourist information and another night’s accommodation.
This turned out to be particularly annoying because, as we set off up a hill, the clear blue skies clouded over and, before long, gave way to a steady drizzle. This meant there wasn’t much to be had in the way of views. Over time the drizzle turned in to a downpour and we needed a restorative cup of hot chocolate at the Hotel Bad to make it back to our accommodation.
When the rain momentarily ceased we went out to the third and final hotel in the area for dinner: the pricier Hotel Primrose. Christine was distinctly unimpressed by her chicken wings which just needed to be touched with a fork in order to ooze blood! Perhaps the waitress took exception to the fact that Christine spoke French to her whilst I kept lapsing in to German. The rain had started once again when it was time to leave.