This will be the fourth consecutive year we've been away to celebrate my birthday. The day before we left, the weather had been thick fog, so when Saturday arrived sunny and bright, it was a huge relief, especially as we were travelling all the way down to Bristol airport. (Please can we fly from East Midlands next time?)
The journey was long, but it was lovely to see familiar haunts on the way down, and we spotted numerous large clumps of mistletoe from the motorway. Going on holiday always increases the appetite, and we were very lucky to stumble upon a Toby calvery at Brockworth, whilst searching for the local Harvester. (This summed up my map reading skills for the whole holiday!)
Eventually we arrived in Bristol and followed the aeroplane symbols. Unfortunately, we soon came to a complete halt due to the local football match. The ordinary traffic was halted while streams of coaches were escorted by the police to the ground. (Cheek!) When we at last stumbled across Bristol airport, it was getting dark and on leaving the car we were met by an icy blast on this windswept hill top. Inside the building, the mood was sombre, and only mildly alleviated by a hen party scantily dressed in santa suits on their way to Gdansk!
The flight was smooth and uneventful, punctuated only by a brief glimpse of the Eiffel Tower shining in the dark. On and off the plane, we were able to walk to the terminal without the need of a drafty bus ride. We picked up our car and braced ourselves for a ride on the motorway, in the dark, on the 'wrong' side of the road. We reached Milan, no problem, but actually locating our hotel within the myriad of ever decreasing circle of streets proved another matter. By the time we reached the hotel it was well after 11pm. We were too late for any food, so ended our evening at the bar emptying two bowls of nuts and crisps...
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