Italy Part 4: Milan Days Two and Three

Saturday 11th – Sunday 12th November 2017

The day started with toast. But not just any toast. Fancy Toast. This wasn’t just us getting creative with bread, it was a cafe round the corner.

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Italy Part 3: Milan Day One

Friday 10th November 2017

The next morning I had to leave The Boy and be up and out to catch a train to the airport for my flight to Milan. I threw some leftover bread, cheese and meat into a bag for breakfast and hot-footed it to the main train station. This time I did not go the wrong way and made it there relatively quickly. I felt bad about how needlessly far I’d dragged the Boy thanks to my inability to use Citymapper.

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Italy Part 2: Rome Day Two

Thursday 9th November 2017

Since the day before had not gone quite to plan, we decided that the next one had to be more productive: we’d been having a good time but we’d slacked and we had one day left in Rome to fit in quite a bit. We still managed to snooze our alarm longer than intended. It was inevitable.

Today was going to be our Vatican City day. Along with the Pantheon, this was at the top of my list of things I hadn’t really appreciated when I saw them aged 12 and that I wanted to re-see. The Vatican Museum opened at 9am so we planned to get there for 10am. We arrived at 11am.

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Italy Part 1: Rome Day One

Wednesday 8 November 2017

Back in my younger days, I didn’t mind holidays that involved an early start. In fact, I found getting up at the crack of dawn and bundled into the back of my parents’ car and plied with sweets and other treats to keep me and my brothers behaved as we headed to the Eurotunnel and into France (our usual family holiday routine) quite exciting. Nowadays the dream for me is to get up at a civilised time, have some breakfast and a nice cup of tea and saunter casually to the airport. With that in mind I was less than impressed when the Boy’s alarm went off at 3am to try and encourage us to get out of bed and on the road to Gatwick for our 6.45am flight. I maintain we could have had at least another 15 minutes alarm free but I kept that to myself.

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Tuscany Part Six: Tuscan towns and leaning towers

My last post may have made it sound like I just didn’t leave the hotel for a week (apart from for food). That’s not really that far off but it’s not entirely true. We had a whole two day trips. Okay, perhaps they were more like afternoon trips – we needed a minimum daily quota of pool time after all. Continue reading “Tuscany Part Six: Tuscan towns and leaning towers”

Tuscany Part Five: a very chilled hotel-based week

13th – 19th August 2016

The next week of my Tuscan trip passed way too quick, in a blur of outings to nearby towns, tasty meals and a whole lotta pool time at the Grotta Giusti. I had planned to swim everyday and use the hotel gym but in reality I didn’t enter the gym (obviously) and only managed to swim three times. My sunlounger was just so comfy. I did make it into the pool on more occasions but only really to cool down in breaks from sunbathing. My dedication to lying in the sun did pay off however as, very unusually for me, I managed to actually get a proper tan – and it was almost completely real (full disclosure: my aftersun has a bit of fake tan in it). Continue reading “Tuscany Part Five: a very chilled hotel-based week”

Tuscany Part Four: out of Florence and into the Tuscan Hills

12th August

Friday brought with it my last morning in Florence. Since my to do list was still no where near done I was up and out before the rest of my family were awake. I had a quick breakfast on my hotel’s terrace (stocking up on as much of that smoked bacon and scrambled eggs as I could) and headed over to the Bargello museum – close to the Palazzo Vecchio – so I arrived just after it had opened at 8.15am. This was very early for me but it turned out to be an excellent time for sightseeing. The city was relatively free of tourists and the museum only had a few other visitors.

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