Beeriffic: Bratislava, Would You Take Me by the Hand

A few days in Bratislava was preceded by an uneventful train ride. It seemed that due to the rain that morning a lot of trains were late, including ours. But we made it okay.

The hotel is one of those classic old-world boutique-style places that you really don’t find anywhere else in the world.

Sure there was the Crowne Plaza, but I’d rather stay in a hotel that used to be the abbey for the church next door. It’s a different feeling when the bureau in your room is older than your native country.

We went out to change some money, as the hotel – which offered the service – said in all honesty much better rates at the bank. And the bellhop actually escorted us the block or so to where he pointed out the back. You don’t get that is Boston.

The money changing process was quite involved, in that my passport was scanned at least 7 times, and the two currencies I was converting to Euros (dollars and Zloty) was considered 2 separate transaction. So instead of an extra paper note or two, I got a pile of coins.

We went for a short walk nearby and had lunch at the Messerschmidt Café.