Jetsetting

Discussion over lunch last Thursday…

DT: So, why are you going to Italy?

DB: My wife’s learning Italian.

DT: Well, there’s no better place to learn Italian. Apart from Lygon Street perhaps.

DB: You’re right! Lygon Street! Cancel the tickets, we’re going to Lygon Street!

DT: Lygon Street has it all.

DB: Apart from the Colosseum… and the Vatican… that sort of thing.

DT: Ah yes, of course.

DB: (John Cleese voice) But apart from the Colosseum, the Vatican and the aqueduct, what have the Romans ever done for us?!

*shrug* Maybe you had to be there.

Yes, we fly out at 5pm on Tuesday, bound for the cosmopolitan Land Of Spaghetti, Italy. During our stay we’ll taking time out from our orgy of pasta and wine to mosey along to the Australian embassy to vote in this Saturday’s foregone conclusion, oops, I mean state election.

After six days taking in the splendour of Roma, then we’ll be off to England for two weeks. We’ll catch up with rellies, meet old and new friends, and generally partake of one of my favourite pastimes, enjoying myself while spending money.

Keep reading below to see how the trip went. Find out if I break my Uncle Hew’s second iron (I disposed of the first one last year). Will us adults survive the TWENTY-TWO HOUR flight to Roma with the kids without going completely insane? And how will I go trying to figure out at least a few basic Italian phrases?

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