Well, here we are at the end of May and once again I have been starved of ideas. Instead I am filled with trepidatious excitement at the prospect of almost an entire month travelling around Italy. This, despite the MONTHS of planning that have gone into this trip. Although to tell the truth, I get nervous if I have to go to a new area in my own town when I'm not entirely sure of the route I will have to take, so perhaps it's to be expected that I approach a foreign (ad)venture with similar anxiety. Flying always gives me butterflies, anyway.
This time, it's partly because I'm the one in charge, rather than relying on my husband (dare I say it?) so I can just relax and tag along. However, he says he has had enough of travel, and in any case wouldn't manage the walking, or tolerate the exploring (and shopping) we intend doing, so once again I am sharing the experience with one of my daughters.
We are also sharing the irritation as we pack, of said husband and father repeatedly airing his views on travelling "light, like Jack Reacher, with only a toothbrush"...
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