Your husband who has misplaced his driving license (paper copy) rendering him unable to drive during your trip will say helpful things like “Just because you are on holiday doesn”t mean that you should lose all your confidence” and “INDICATE! … it would be far better if you indicated”.
The 1 EURO wine from the on-site supermarket will taste amazing.
You can never eat too many ice creams, chupa chups, Fruitellas or chocolate brioche.
The people who run the on-site ‘Happy Disco’ for the children MUST be on drugs.
Pizza always tastes better out of a pizza oven.
For three consecutive days you will try to wipe the remains of chocolate brioche off the 4 year old’s nose only to discover it is more freckles.
Your husband will start calling the 5 year old ‘Her Indoors’ due to her persuasive and occasionally nagging ways.
During your 5 hour delay at Marco Polo airport you will be thankful for the several sets of ‘magic stairs’ … who knew an escalator could provide so much entertainment to a 4 year old. Up, and down, up, and down.
Europop sounds the same at 10am as it does at 11.45pm. Shite.
The 4 year old will want to sleep in his swimming trunks every night and you cannot stop him.
8 Comments on "In Italy (Part Two) …"
Ah delays … good idea about the magic stairs though, mentally storing that one away
I love chocolate brioche!
How nice for the husband to not have to drive among the lunatic Itallian drivers! Handy that his driving licence disappeared
Have you managed to get the 4y/o back into pj’s at home or is he still sleeping in the swimming trunks?
I’ll tell you something – I wouldn’t mind eating ice-creams and brioches all day long!
I’ll tell you one thing – I wouldn’t mind eating icecreams and brioches all day long – hopefully it’d keep me sweetened for the day ahead!
I’ll tell you one thing – I wouldn’t mind stuffing my face with ice-cream and brioches all day long! Hopefully it’d keep me sweetened!
My memories of similar events are vivid…..smiles.
Ahhh, Marco Polo airport! Been stuck there for weeks over the years. Beware the horsey in the kiddies’ corner – both mine weed on that when they were small
There’s nothing wrong with sleeping in your swimming trunks! Ahem.