We made it to our hotel The Grand Hotel Del Mare just inside the Italian border without a problem, the only blight on the trip the toll booths that won't accept any of our cards and have a different operation method at each one, to my frustration. They always seem to be just out of reach from the drivers position too. Margaret may have more to say on the subject later. Yes Italian drivers are mad, tooting before you go round a blind corner at speed seems to allay any resonsibility for the consequences, and our GPS wanted us to again "turn left" either into the driveway of a home that resembled the position of and eagles eyrie perched on the edge of a cliff or off the cliff. Turns out our hotel was almost directly under that point at sea level about 200 m below. Margaret was very exited to find our room has a splendid view of the Mediterranean, and it is a lovely azure colour, nice to be near the ocean again. Found a lovely, quaint place for dinner specialising in the local seafood, shared a local fish done under a layer of salt and too much wine. Very nice night. Margaret likes the Italians more already, breakfast is served til 11 and checkout is 12!