An overnight stay that will have a lasting effect.
Maria opens the door with a smile. The apron she has on is just as much part of her as her many regular guests – after experiencing her hospitality, you just have to come back for more! “You've been up since 6.00? Then I'll make you a quick coffee!” This is followed by another smile. It's clear that she enjoys what she does.
Where everybody is the number 1
Maria constructed Pension Erlenbach in
St. Martin in Passeier with her husband and they are still looking after it and running it today. Next to me I hear a “Maiow”. My daughter Norah, who is nearly two years old, has discovered Maxi, the house tom cat. Now it's hard to drag her away. Luckily, guests are really welcome at
Pension Erlenbach – the hosts really do make time for you and you are not just a number. Maria knows the valley very well: Andreas Hofer was born in the next village, not far away a buried chapel was discovered recently, and today there's a concert going on in the evening. “No, I'm not going” she says, “not unless the Original Südtiroler Spitzbuam are playing!” Maria grins. “Besides, I have to bake some bread.” Yes, there's freshly
baked bread for breakfast every day – bingo! And home-made 'Psairer Zeltn' cake – you can look forward to a few surprises!
A cosy atmosphere
Maria accompanies us up to the third floor and makes sure that we have everything we need. You won't be wanting for anything in the spacious rooms and small holiday flats, which include a small kitchenette. Thoughtfully laid on the bedside table is an apple and chocolate wafer for each guest. You can enjoy sitting out on the balcony of an evening to do some people watching as the inhabitants of
Meran pass by. The Passer river may be heard rushing along hugged by the rockfaces.
A tasty breakfast spread
The next day – breakfast at last! Frothy milk, a selection of cold sausage cuts and cheese, yoghurt, müsli, jam, ricotta pastries, honey and – of course – a chat with Maria. She offers to look after my daughter while I get the car ready. It starts to spit with rain as we get lost in conversation again. I set off for home slightly wet. “Pfiati, Maria, fein isch's gwesen!“ (“Goodbye Maria – thank you for the lovely time!“).