More chilled than before, with a slight tan, and with the after effects of too much Italian food and wine :)
The break was to go on vacation with Mrs Stace to Camogli on the Italian Riviera for a week, but due to me being one of the world’s worriers that isn't something I feel comfortable with saying in advance... Stupid I know, but there you go :)
We drove the 1250 km's as we are both terrified of flying (shame as we would both love to see New York at some point, but it's just not going to happen), stopping off in Basel for a stopover (apparently it's a lovely city, but we wouldn't know as we did not get further than 2km's from the motorway).
We stayed in a 4 star hotel, with a salt water pool, private beach and a few restaurants. So much nicer than the hotels that we normally pick, we thought that we would treat ourselves for once. Only problem is that we are really not 4 star people, and it felt so strange to have someone carry our bags to the room whilst we carried nothing. And having someone park the car for us (though I’m not for handing my car keys to someone else…)
A week of relaxation (managed to finish 4 books by the pool / on the beach) and some sightseeing followed. Lots of great Italian food (and some not so great) and lots of Italian coffee (all good) and a few cocktails whilst looking out over the sea…
Right, time for some home-made Italian espresso and to get the pets sorted :)