When Lewis came home from school last year with a letter for the ski trip, I felt my heart skip a beat. Not only did I foresee that this was going to be costly, but it also meant that he would be going away for nine days, to Italy, without myself or his Dad, and I really wasn’t sure how I felt about that! Fast forward a year and not only did he go on the ski trip and love it, but he has also just signed up to go back again next year!
Over the last two weeks we have heard nothing other than how fantastic his holiday was, how much fun he had skiing, how beautiful the views were and, most of all, how Italy was everything he had imagined it to be and more. And that’s where I felt a real pang of jealousy, because Italy has always been right at the top of my holiday destination wish list.
I’m not really sure why I have never been to Italy before, maybe because in my younger years I was far more interested in drinking my way down the strip in Magaluf or baking in the sun at the pool side in Salou. Perhaps because Italy seemed far too sophisticated for my pre-child like self, a whole world away from drinking my body weight in sangria or enjoying a Pina Colada by the sea.
And yet now, at thirty seven, with four energetic children, our holidays are very much about exploring and adventures, enjoying activities which, with any luck, will tire the children out so we might just get an hours peace and quiet of an evening. Our dream holiday is more about lake side nature trails than late night drinking and I think in that way, Italy is at the top of our list!
So with that in mind, and having spent the last two weeks salivating over Lewis’s talks of gelato and real Italian pizza, we have decided that next year we will finally book that villa in Italy and, much to their persuasion, incorporate a few days skiing for Lewis and Gaz.
I have spent this last week reading as much as I can about Italy, searching on the Clickstay website, scrolling through countless beautiful villas in the most picturesque of places, and working out ways for us to save every penny so that this time next year we will be in Italy, eating gelato, taking in the views and wondering why we waited quite so long to visit.