- Continental Breakfast
- Shuttle bus service
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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After an uneventful drive, we arrived in Bressanone(Brixen) in the evening, just in time for some home cooked food prepared by friends, followed by a game of cards played with an interesting deck of cards. Hoping for better weather we went to bed with the aim of reaching Belgrade the following ...
Trento is a surprise package. A city of approx 120 000 based on education and finance this city is located on the river Adige, a major trading route with Europe in earlier time, and completely surrounded by snow covered mountains. Spectacular.
We left Colfosco on a near perfect day and as I think I mentioned we travelled north to almost the Austrian border and then south to Trento. ...
... to arrive some other lady couldn't carry her tray and suitcase so I carried her tray for her to her table. Again she was thankful. I'm hoping after the few good deeds for the day my karma has leveled out. We caught the flight to Paris and checked into our hotel, the Mercure. It was very fancy. We knew it was going to be expensive and toyed with the idea of going back to the airport for dinner but decided out of convenience to have it at the hotel restaurant. I had a cheese ...
... struggle down it and that gave her motivation to do it. It was a sign that today was going to be a good day. We skied all the way to the cable car without stopping and Ash then saw the cable car that we would be riding up the mountain. She had a bit of a panic attack but she still got in and held on tight. A dude was standing at the window and moved so Ash could get a better position to see out the window. Ash refused politely with a look on her face that said ...
... slope she was much better and just side stepped down without any fuss. We made our way through the run and Ash skied most, side stepping only a few steep parts. At one point I was up ahead and about to pullover to wait for Ash and accidentally pulled into the way of an Italian skiing lady. She swerved with a myriad of what I'm sure were Italian swearwords and went off the piste into the deep snow on the side. Although I felt bad, I was ...