(From our March 2016 trip)

(well yes I am writing this 18 months after the trip and I would appreciate it if you glorious bitches wouldn’t “slack travel blogger” shame me ok.  Bite down on the judgement and enjoy the read lol)

SWEET MOTHER OF CHRIST after the huge shenanigans of yesterday celebrating the best 20 years of husband’s life, it was a tough sell to get up, pack up and catch a train onto the next stop of the trip.   What I wanted to say was:-

TIRED.

TODAY IS CANCELLED.

GO BACK TO BED.

(Or drink prosecco.  Whatever)

But of course I didn’t say anything of the sort.  I hauled my tired awesome self out of bed and got on with things.  Get on train, watch husband ass-hatting like a king about getting the luggage on *again* – yadda yadda – except this train ride featured some unpleasant folk who clearly DID NOT understand the “please use your inside voices” announcements because we actually had booked seats in the “quiet carriage”.

(From our March 2016 trip)

Look some people may say, not me, but some people……may say marrying me was the best day of Husband’s life and wow, wasn’t he lucky!!!  I mean, I wouldn’t say it, I’d be embarrassed, it seems a bold yet arguably reasonable statement, and I am humble so I won’t say it – but other people might!  I don’t want to argue with the masses and make people feel bad so I’ll just say this, I doubt Husband has regretted his decision or questioned what a lucky man he is for even 1 minute of the last 20 years hahahaha.

Gawddddd we are adorable aren’t we…

(From our March 2016 trip)

Bologna

Why visit Bologna I hear you ask?  Some of you may think it’s because I have some kind of childhood fantasy of seeing where the weekly Monday night “out of a jar”delight that all Aussie kids were served up over sloppy spaghetti in their formative years by the maternal parental figure came from.  I’m sure our life givers thought they were exposing us to the exotic wonders of the world back in the 70’s and 80’s cough cough.  I hate to disappoint you folks but I don’t really even eat Spag Bol anymore, those who know me well know I struggle with meat issues that make zero sense to anyone, not even when I am lying on the psychologists couch.  I eat Lasagne but I don’t eat spaghetti bolognaise, I refuse to touch raw meat with my bare hands and seeing a big hunk of roast meat prior to cooking, most especially silverside, makes me gag, as does the smell of browning mince and well, essentially I could give up meat tomorrow except sometimes I love meat – let’s just say I am a complex little lady.

(From our March 2016 trip)

Cinque Terre

It’s fair to say I plan these holidays with zero input from husband.  Literally nada!!!  He just comes along for the ride looking pretty and doesn’t make too many demands.  So long as he gets regular snacks and naps and the occasional interesting sight to see he is sweet!!!!

When planning this holiday since I was trying really hard to sell the whole “couples theme” to myself and the world, I kept asking him if there was anything he wanted to see.  The answer was usually nah, just Italy!!!  Eventually though he pipes up with “I want to go to that place with all the colourful houses built into the cliffs”.  He is quite the knowledgable man, my husband.  Almost a Rhodes Scholar really.  Hmmmm, so do you mean Cinque Terre my friend????  Okay, so let’s do that.