Albergo Orta

I sign in and unload the bags. With everything dropped off, I move the car from in front of the hotel (because why should one be able to park at the hotel where one is staying? That would make too much sense, at least… to an American). After driving all the way around the village and walking 5 minutes back to the hotel, Nancy is walking out of the hotel and into the piazza to meet me. Then, we head off to dinner.