Gran Hotel Ancira. Overlooking the mountains with 250 rooms. A dignified atmosphere of Old World Charm blends with informal luxury.
I stayed in that hotel when I was about nine years old. There was a reception in the lobby and my father was there on business so he was attending the reception. For some reason I was wandering around the lobby and thought I saw my father so I went up and grabbed his hand, very happy to see him. I looked up and it wasn’t him. I wanted to crawl under the floor. It was a panic moment. But I soon found him and all was well.
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