Hidden Italy

The name of this holiday is hidden Italy and it was perilously close to remaining hidden. It all started going wrong when the stupid woman who lives in the Satnav machine couldn’t find Manchester airport ( I mean come on, it’s big enough). Then when we found terminal one the hapless driver managed to find himself trapped in the drop off zone, from which the only escape cost £3. We then went round again and accidentally turned into the short stay car park which cost us £4-50 to depart immediately. At the third attempt we found the meet and greet car drop off!
Then, in the airport the only way to get from the entrance to departures is by lift, where 3 million people all need to get in and it takes an hour and a half to go up and back down for the next group. After all that the final insult was that mum’s favourite cafe had stopped selling sausage sandwiches and didn’t even have hot drinks. Oh and then they kept us all queuing on the tarmac until the time of supposed take off before letting anyone on the plane.
It was at this point that mother announced this will be her final foreign holiday until they open an international airport in Wilsden.
Anyway we thought it was very hot standing on the tarmac in Manchester but, getting off the plane in Venice was like stepping into a sauna. It was already dark but was still 32 degrees and had been 39 earlier in the day apparently. Didn’t arrive at hotel until 10-30 pm local time. But the hotel seems very nice and there is a castle right next door! It was so hot we went down to the bar around 11-30. Mum successfully got a cafe latte. I wasn’t as successful with my request for a Hugo so had beer instead. Told the barman our room number in Italian and then wished him goodnight in Italian and he shouted after me that my accent was so good, was I Italian? De Niro has landed 😊