We arrived back from Milan yesterday and what a great time we had.
After a relatively painless flight (I’m still struggling to conquer my fear of aeroplanes) we were met at the airport by our private transfer car, which was some classy BMW-type veichle driven by what I can only describe as our own personal chauffer. It was all very posh and I don’t know about Anna, but I certainly felt like we were living the high life!
I wasn’t so impressed with his driving though, the guy spent most of our journey not only talking on his mobile, but also sending e-mails on his Blackberry. Christ, they’d have you locked up for a year if you tried that over here.
Anyway, the hotel was just as swank as the ride, a great, grand castle that looked absollutly beautiful. Anna quickly got to grips with her Itallian and we were shown to our room.
We didn’t stick around for long though, we quickly left for a walk around a beautiful looking lake opposite the hotel, pictures of which I’m sure will be around somewhere.
Then, after a rather ammusing lunch (we were the only two people in the resteraunt and I’m pretty sure that the hotel manager had to whip on a Tux’ over an apron and serve as both head chef and waiter in order to feed us!), we took it easy and chilled out.
The next day we took a train into the centre of Milan for a bit of sight-seeing and shopping, eating genuine Itallian icecream and generaly larking about, before rounding off our trip with a walk around a glorious market, where we spent the last of our coffers on sweets and jewelly.
Then, it was back to the hotel for a good night’s sleep in preperation for our trip back to Blighty.