The guest house does look good, both inside and out, and if it wasnt for the ugly building across the street then there would be a fine view of the sea and beach. I had a single bed room, I always feel very unsafe in such narrow beds, expecting to end up on the floor in the middle of the night. Apparently Italy knows nothing about kettles, so no possibility of making a brew. The breakfast room at the basement, was very good, both the place to breakfast in and the spread of good things to eat, The coffee machine giving out a range of good coffee, even the hot chocolate was ok. There was a front-of-house patio were I breakfasted of a morning, very nice.
The rabid scottie terrier that bit me as I arrived at the reception after a long travelling day. As my countries top world master travellers, I`ve done and seen everything this world can fling at anyone person, but to be nibbled at is a new one for me. Where is the sense in having, what is a bad tempered breed of dog, in the reception of a hotel. It continued to bark and snarl (as they do) for the 4 nights stay I had there.