We were aiming for the Ibis off the motorway in Luxembourg City. We managed, thanks to diversions and delays, to get to Wilgartswiesen before it was too dark and too late, and we too hungry and tired, to carry on.
Wilgartswiesen is a little town about 60 miles from Luxembourg. We were close, but no cigar. And ignorant of how close we were. It looked absolutely dead. There were a few signs for Gasthaus, but they looked very closed. Um.
Frank spotted another Gasthaus sign, with an arrow pointing up the hill. Lynn and I looked at each other, with vivid memories of a 500m hike up a very steep hill to investigate an unavailable hotel on the way down to Faaker See. We got back on the bikes this time, and rode up.
Just as well, it was quite a long way up the hill, but it was open. It was half-empty. It was also a spa, and a very nice hotel with lovely food and fluffy dressing gowns laid on (and everything). I wish I'd been staying longer, and I may have to go back. Especially as they actually had something on their restaurant menu I could eat!
(Seriously, Germanic countries are not a good place to say "Ich bin vegetarier, und ich kann kein milchprodukte haben." They tend to look at you suspiciously and edge away).
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