You cannot force your child to have a siesta.
If you say ‘la fraggola’ (strawberry) in a Yorkshire accent you will get ‘la nocciola’ (hazelnut) ice cream … and a disappointed 5 year old.
They sell ‘cock pasta’ and ‘teenage nuts’ in the supermarket.
You realise that your 4 year old may need a little chat about ‘distance’ when he points at a plane in the sky and say that maybe it’s for mice.
The Husband will tell the 5 year old, who has just learnt to swim, that if she swims a length of the big pool he will buy her something. She will get into the pool and do nine lengths.
You will never forget the shock of receiving the bill for lunch in Venice on The Grand Canal. 95 EUROS, but still, you ate some of THE best mozzarella ever.
You may as well rip off your indicator stick off your hire car. Nobody indicates, nor do they take any notice of your indication.
On the last day the 4 year old will say “I don’t want to go home, I want to live in a caravan forever”
Citronella candles do not work
You will discover that your music snob of a husband knows far more words to Madonna songs than he would openly admit.
You will all relax into the European way of life, late evenings will be a doddle and the children will go to bed far better than they would at home.
Your children will still wake up at 7am.
4 Comments on "In Italy (Part One) …"
love you tube !
Still, you had a good time right? x
Ah, it’s on YouTube…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25N-4zrk390&feature=youtube_gdata
Go the 5yo with her swimming! And you need to show the 4yo the episode of Father Ted where Ted explains the concept of ‘near and far away’ to Dougal with the use of toy cows.
As for the Husband’s Madonna knowledge, I knew his indie posturings were all a show. He’ll be Voguing next time we’re in the Cock…
(bloody phone – third time of posting comment!)