Day One: Wednesday 11th June
It’s a funny thing about holidays, the day before you go you feel as though any time away cannot be fitted in – there is just too much to do. But having turned the key in the door, stepped away from your responsibilities, you know you can become someone else for a week (or 10 days) face adventure and believe in your dreams. For all too soon it will all be over! Lucky I can savour it by writing this blog and sharing the experience…
Stephen (Lucy’s friend) collected us from home and took us to the airport. Lucy came too for company.
No hold-ups, and 4.15pm (3.15pm) saw us safely in Venice awaiting our baggage. The first year we came to Italy (three years ago), we had a diesel Fiesta which was ideal for pulling up steep hills and hugging the tight corners – and it was very economical. Last year’s car was far too big, but then we had Robert and Lucy with us, so we were looking forward to a small car again. I wasn’t quite sure what we’d let ourselves in for when Graham announced we’d been allocated a Ford Ka. OK it was small, but would how far would we get in this bubble car!
It only took us 15 minutes to get from the airport to the hotel and we were ready to go out by 7.00pm. This year instead of catching the train to Venice, we decided we’d ‘head for the hills’. We’d only travelled about 2 miles when I called a photo stop. I’d seen an impressive tower with the sun on it, backed by the clearest blue sky you could imagine. Stopping did involve going round a round-a-bout and retracing our steps, but it was well worth it.
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