You maybe wondering why I didn’t end my Italian travelling blog series with “Our own little Roman Holiday – part five”, well the end of our holiday was a nightmare, and when I look back at our holiday I really, really want to remember all the amazing, good bits with excitement and glee. And our last day in Rome, the getting home part was utter chaos and leaves an awful taste in my mouth, so I don’t really want it linking to my beautiful holiday memories. But I also didn’t want to not include it, as its important to finish our story, even the bad parts. I apologise for the lack of photos – we didn’t take more joy from hanging around an airport. To break up my story of woe, please find some random photos of my beautiful family.
So, I could pretend that I haven’t posted the rest of our holiday because I was building anticipation… but truthfully, I have been in a bit of pain and trying to recover, carry on with daily tasks which normally would not take all my energy but currently does, as well as work, kids returning to school and a thousand other things, a mum has to do on a daily basis. But I hope it will be worth the wait, as we move into part four of our Italian adventure:
We happily drove for a few hours and finally we got to behold the wonderful spectacle that is in the heart of Pisa: of course, the Leaning Tower. Poppet was so excited, she looked like she might burst.
I hope you enjoyed looking over our first couple of days in Rome! By the second day, we were having a blast! It was super, super hot! More than what we are used to, but we went with it and still had an amazing time. Read on for our next day.
I get a little snap happy so here is part one of our Roman Holiday! Enjoy!
Day 1 – Our arrival did not go as seamlessly as planned. Even though we read some terrible reviews about Ryanair, we hoped they were inaccurate. They weren’t! Terrible delays, no communication and they almost lost our baggage but finally hours later than planned we arrived and we were all thankfully still really happy!
One Summer in Italy is a beautiful tale for more than one reason. Sue Moorcraft’s descriptions of Italy, make me feel as if I am still there myself. And if you have never been, she invokes such wonderful pictures, senses and beautiful story telling that I believe anyone can imagine the beauty that is Italy.