Backdated a bit as per usual - will do a quick post on Italy first before diving into the weekend's antics on the next.
So, following the wedding: zorbing, beach trips, mud, grass, nature, mud, mud, mud, wales, wind. We didn't really do too much apart from eat and go to the tesco and chill with the fam. I made it my mission to sit as close to my south african family as much as possible just to hear them speak because I love their accents and the kid is actually really cute and she loved me and it was a beautiful friendship.
Went back to my gran's for a day, then my aunt's in London for 3 before Italy. In between then, met up with Andrew & Toby and had ~* LONDON ADVENTURES *~ which involved walking along the embankment, debating about going into my precious aquarium (we didn't :( !) 5pm sake at wagamamas, and shots off some dodgy vendor on the pier and a mission to find a book. I'D REALLY MISSED THEM, MY SEPARATION ANXIETY IS AWFUL.
SO, ITALY.
Arrived late at night and it was up to me the genius to figure out how to change the language on the gps (everytime my dad has a go at me for doing something stupid, I now snap back 'IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME YOU'D STILL BE STUCK AT ANCONA AIRPORT TRYING TO CHANGE THE GPS LANGUAGE,') and because of this, I was put into the front seat to navigate because, y'know, my Italian and navigational skills are excellent.
Italy is gorgeous. Because of the way it's set up - lots of little towns and villages on the tops of mountains - it was even prettier at night. Neatly scattered lights amidst the pitch-blackness, almost as if they were a reflection of the stars ...
and then we realised it was around 38 fucking degrees in the daytime and I was no longer happy.
Not too much to say really, so I shall post some pictures from Rome and then move onto a new entry to keep things neat. (Plus I'm aware this is boring.)
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