Friday, September 19, 2008

Nightmare

Up and out of Ruette by 9:00, we took a short drive to our new hotel in Hall, which is 5 miles east of Innsbruck. Pulled up to our hotel... it's gorgeous. We go in and Rosanne says to the woman behind the desk... "We have reservations under the name Jacobs". The clerk paused and said "You HAD reservations". Come again... did I hear that right... HAD as in paste tense? Yup... HAD. Seems in all of the back and forth emails between Europe and Beaverton, some dates got confused. Rosanne had reserved Sept 17-19. We thought it was the 19-22. Oh shit. Then she talks on the phone and says that her boss wants us to pay the bill... it's 600 Euros. Double oh shit. Rosanne calmly says... "I will pay you for one night, but I am not going to pay the whole bill". The clerk immediately agreed. One night's deposit was fair, since they had held the rooms for one night, but then sold them. So Rosanne plunks down 200E. Ouch. Last trip, it was brother Dave leaving the train passes at home. C'est la vie. These things happen. The desk clerk was quite nice... she called another property in their family. The man came and we followed him to the hotel, which is in Thaur. An even more beautiful hotel, if that's possible. PLUS, free internet. I'll send pics later.
After checking in, we went to the bar and polished off a bottle of Sauv Blanc. That put us in a better frame of mind. We decided to stay just two nights in this area. Then we head to Salzburg, if can find a room. We'll day trip to the Eagles Nest and Halstatt, plus spend some quality time in Salzburg.
Today we drove up into the mountains and watched a paraglider jump off of cliff. Quite impressive. Then we drove to Hall, parked in an underground garage, and walked around the old town. Yep, underground garage. Oh shit. We go to exit and we owe 2.50, but where do you put the money? After swearing for 5 mins, a nice man told us that we needed to pay upstairs (like the PDX garage). A sign would have been nice. Ah, garages. Makes for interesting times. More later.

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