Arriving at the Pension Gregory

It was only a few minutes before the suddenly accurate again GPS directed us into the parking lot of the Pension Gregory where we would be spending the next two nights. At first we feared they might not be expecting us and were closed. There were no cars in the lot and the place looked deserted. Soon a teenager came out, I thought to greet us, but he took off jogging up the road. The front door was open and we walked in. There was a note telling us to make ourselves at home and our keys waiting on the check-in desk. We checked out our rooms and I got the task of carrying the luggage up two flights of stairs. The rooms were a little more spartan and smaller than the Dedlerhaus, but the featherbeds looked every bit as comfortable. Before anyone had a chance to lay down and fall asleep I gathered the troops and commanded them to return to the car for a trip into Berchtesgaden for dinner.