The kids seemed happy to be have a little time in their own space and dumped a bunch of toys on the floor. We all took showers and rested for a little while. Then we decide to venture into town to find a place to eat. We were unable to get any recommendations at the hotel as the lady at the front desk did not speak any English.
We
stopped at a tourist information office a couple of blocks from the hotel and
asked for a restaurant recommendation. They marked a few in the guide book and
we set out to find them. We found one and were excited to get inside, sit down
and enjoy a meal. Unfortunately, we were told that they serve dinner only after
7 PM (we still had more than an hour to go until 7).
We
continued walking through town while Hannah whined that she was starving. We
saw a grocery store and decided to buy food for dinner and breakfast. The hotel
offered breakfast for 6.50 Euros but it did not include any eggs or meat that
Stevie could have. 
On the
walk back to the hotel we saw an open pizza restaurant and decided to give it a
try. The waitress did not speak any English but I still had a note on the piece
of paper saying “my son cannot have gluten or dairy” in French. She pointed us
to eggs on the menu. It was decided that Stevie would have eggs and bacon for
dinner. We did our best impression of making scrambled eggs in an effort to get
scrambled eggs for Stevie. We ordered American pizza for the rest of us.
Our food
arrived very quickly. Stevie’s eggs arrived sunny side up. We tried to explain
again that he would like them scrambled. The waitress said “Ah, mix!” She took
Stevie’s plate and a moment later we heard a blender. Our fears that Stevie was
having eggs and bacon puree were confirmed when the waitress reappeared with
his plate. It looked like a pile of regurgitated eggs and bacon. It tasted
the way it looked - NASTY! (The ham on the plate is one we bought in the grocery store, it did not come with the meal.)
The kids
seemed happy to be have a little time in their own space and dumped a bunch of
toys on the floor. We all took showers and rested for a little while. Then we
decide to venture into town to find a place to eat. We were unable to get any
recommendations at the hotel as the lady at the front desk did not speak any
English.
We
stopped at a tourist information office a couple of blocks from the hotel and
asked for a restaurant recommendation. They marked a few in the guide book and
we set out to find them. We found one and were excited to get inside, sit down
and enjoy a meal. Unfortunately, we were told that they serve dinner only after
7 PM (we still had more than an hour to go until 7).
We
continued walking through town while Hannah whined that she was starving. We
saw a grocery store and decided to buy food for dinner and breakfast. The hotel
offered breakfast for 6.50 Euros but it did not include any eggs or meat that
Stevie could have.
On the
walk back to the hotel we saw an open pizza restaurant and decided to give it a
try. The waitress did not speak any English but I still had a note on the piece
of paper saying “my son cannot have gluten or dairy” in French. She pointed us
to eggs on the menu. It was decided that Stevie would have eggs and bacon for
dinner. We did our best impression of making scrambled eggs in an effort to get
scrambled eggs for Stevie. We ordered American pizza for the rest of us.
Our food arrived very quickly. Stevie’s eggs arrived sunny side up. We tried to explain again that he would like them scrambled. The waitress said “Ah, mix!” She took Stevie’s plate and a moment later we heard a blender. Our fears that Stevie was having eggs and bacon puree were confirmed when the waitress reappeared with his plate. It looked like a pile of regurgitated eggs and bacon. It tasted the way it looked - NASTY!
Our
pizza looked different than any kind of pizza we have had before (it had ground
beef, fries and some type of a creamy, mushroomy sauce). But it tasted good.
The kids ate French fries and peanut butter we bought at the grocery store.
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