Thursday, July 22, 2010

On our way back to Olbia

Three days ago, I asked to speak to the manager. He was not on the premises - nor has he been since. And, and he never called me as promised despite the fact that I left my cell phone number. I honestly think this will prompt me to become a member of Trip Advisor to report on the lack of professionalism demonstrated here. It’s such a lovely place – but the front desk staff is not empowered to do much for guests… and the manager who might be empowered is never around. Perhaps, from the hotel’s perspective, that’s a good strategy.

Anyway, we got up to pack and have breakfast, and I was still waiting to speak to the manager who I was told would not be calling me.

Our plan was to visit the historical center of Cagliari on our way to Olbia. But Josh was anxious to get to Olbia so he could watch the last mountain stage of the Tour. In the end did a “drive through” and got a sense of the place. Then Josh drove 150kph to get to Olbia by 4pm. The kids were really good in the car. I’ve discovered that as long as you keep feeding them throughout the drive, they stay out of eachother’s way.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get the same rooms at the Hotel Panorama as last time. Apparently, we were upgraded when we first arrived in Sardegna. The only reason I cared was because I was looking forward to taking a bath in the gigantic bathtub. No such luck. Only showers in these rooms.

Olbia
We went out for a gelato as an apertivo, and for a walk down the Corso in Olbia. It’s really a very nice little town. But, it was still so hot outside at 6pm! We all went back to the room to take showers before dinner. We returned to the same restaurant for dinner where we had eaten on our first evening upon arriving Sardegna – except tonight we ate outside. It seemed fitting. In fact, Avery remembered he’d had ravioli at this restaurant on our first night and he wanted to have it again.


Charlotte was sad to be leaving Sardegna. She felt the time had gone by too fast and she was worried that there’ll be nothing to do once we arrive at the house in Tuscany.

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