On Thursday morning I left the campsite by Lake Garda and set of for the Italian alps and specifically the town of Aosta. I have been there before in about 1993 and stumbled across this small guest house that had the most wonderful views and delicious food, most of which was grown by themselves. In my wisdom I thought nothing would have changed and I would find it again. I didn't realise that across the top of Italy is near enough the same size of the length of England and just like riding on the M6 it seems to take ages to get where you want to be but eventually I made it to Aosta and surprisingly the town has grown somewhat in the last 18 years. By some miracle however I found the place straight away although I did ride past it and further up the mountain because it looked bigger than I remembered. Anyway I eventually went back and it was the right one but it had been extended and was now a hotel. The old lady who had been there before was still there but not her husband as he had passed on. It was a bit more expensive than last time but worth it all the same. As you will see the views are fantastic from the rooms.
I could have just stayed there all night looking at the view and taking pictures (other than going for a walk I think I probably did) and this morning was just as good. What a sight to wake up to.
Then after I breakfast I went to pay my bill and the old lady knocked off my drinks bill because I had come back to the hotel after so many years. I hope I can go there again a bit sooner next time as it's lovely.
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