Upon arrival at the hotel I mentioned that we had some difficulty finding the hotel and his replied âare you complaining to me?â I said âno, just making an observationâ. That person who I understand is owner/manager/chef replied, âSO SHUT UPâ. I thought I didnât hear clearly and he repeated âI TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP and just bring me your passports.â Uniquely rude welcome.
Later at dinner I was asked to sign additional documents, and although we carry US passports and reside in New York City, booked as such, the documents noted that we live in Tel Aviv, Israel. Where did they get it, strange? Since we paid in advance, we decided to stay the night. Perhaps not the best decision.
Around 10pm, I developed high fever and we decided to go to the hospital in Merano, about 20 minutes away. The barman called a taxi and I guess notified the owner, who came to the lobby, looked at us, did not say a word and left.
I was diagnosed with pneumonia. We returned to the hotel at 2AM and it was totally closed and dark and no way to get in. We banged on the door for a while before the owner let us in.