Two weeks ago, I realised that I’d forgotten what a truly crap hotel felt like.
It might sound like an absurdly privileged statement but, in this job, you get the opportunity to stay in so many delightful, innovative and brilliant new hotels and resorts that it’s rare to come across a real stinker. It took a non-work trip ‒ and my real holiday budget ‒ to remind me what slumming it feels like. That was how I found myself at an affordable (but not shoestring) beach hotel outside of a D-list city in Italy: I don’t want to name and shame, so we’ll call it Hotel la Vita Acida (with no dolce vita in sight).
