#22- Italian Vacation: Ventimiglia
We headed towards Ventimiglia, the last Italian town before the french border. Although our route- E74- looked like the most direct way on the map, the drive was much slower than we expected, as we went through traffic circle after traffic circle- not a pleasant back-road drive, but more of a source of anxiety as we realized that we might not be able to make the check-in time at our next B & B, which was between 4 pm and 7 pm. And at one point there was a one way tunnel through the mountains, which made us have to sit for 15 minutes. However the view was truly beautiful, with the mountains rising sharply overhead as we winded our way through them. Unfortunately these photos don’t capture that beauty, as they were taken through the windshield as we were rushing- and Baby was a bit unsteady with the camera.
In hindsight it is hard to think that we did not have full-time access to a cell phone. We were only able to contact the owner of the B & B in Ventimiglia because we had wi-fi access while waiting to go through the tunnel. However, it did not turn out well. When we told the owner we would not be able to get there until 7:30 pm, he told us we should go somewhere else. The b & b turned out to be a few rooms on the 3rd floor of an apartment building- so no one would be there to check us in. I do understand his point of view- he did specify a check-in time. However other B & Bs that we stayed at who had restricted check-in times made it very clear that if you were not there at that time, you would not get the room. So our fault; we paid for 2 rooms that night.
As I may have mentioned before, when traveling we are always looking for as authentic of an experience as one can get as a tourist, and we pick places to stay with that in mind. But instead of staying here- where we originally booked-
with church right next door-
with beautiful textured buildings-
we stayed here.
Instead of this view-
we had this view.
Instead of these surroundings-
we had these surroundings.
Listen- it could have been worse. We were lucky to have found a room.
But why couldn’t The B & B owner leave the keys with these nice gentlemen who were only 2 doors down from his building?