Looks just like it does on the photo. Liking it so much we extended trip for extra 4 days. Massages most days and biggest worry here is choosing which hammock or flavour of gelati you'll go for. Vix off attempting to bake herself in the sun since particularly hot today. Temperature (even after thunder storm here is above 24 Celsius).
As far as holidays where you do nothing go, this one is pretty fantastic. After 4 days I can actually feel myself unwinding. Worry how I'll be able to rev back up to working life pace again when we get back. Have been getting VERY into my Sudoko's this week and new Marian Keyes novel (gosh it's getting good).
So far we've met a pigeon with only one foot, a Lizard with a missing tail, and a very cute dog and the head waiter here is a proper cheeky game-show host sort called Carlo who nods and clicks his heels together like those bad sorts in the Indiana Jones movies and insists on calling Vicky "Mrs. Casey" (because it makes her squirm like you've just poured something icky down her back).
Our favourite waiter is Angelo, who is all tanned and good looking and kindly translates the menu for us each evening. On his night off we got some rude fella whose name I didn't see but he did look a lot like Harry Potter (but shorter). Didn't make us feel very taken care of at all. Should clearly stick to being short and doing his magic.
Vix has bought me a 'Nice Shirt' in the local village, in an attempt to make me look more like a responsible grown up presumably, for our trophy evening meals amongst the other smug couples. All well turned out of course. Have thus far fended off any attempts to get me in a sarong. But I did essentially wear a big skirt for the wedding so she does have a dangerously strategic foothold.
Folks at this resort, although fairly well groomed and of healthy colour, aren't too fit and gorgeous to leave us feeling awful about ourselves. I think all that sort are thankfully flaunting it down the beaches. Despite a rigorous spell in the sun each day, my scottish shins remain flourescent enough to be seen from space. I'l be checking google earth for intimate shin-shots in future.
We did get quite a nasty shock this morning when there was no fresh waffles at breakfast. Some shortage of cream to make the waffle mix our game-show host apologised quite dramatically with troubled frown and palms together as if praying for our forgiveness at the oversight. He looked like he might even squeeze a tear out at one point (god he's good at his job). Anyway some emergency cream was located and a limited ration of waffle mix was rolled out and out of nowhere kids and their parents swarmed like some feeding frenzy in the Serengeti and Vix barely made it out with half a nutella and sugar waffle intact. We're just about over the trauma now.
In other news someone has stolen my swimming trunks. Thankfully I wasn't wearing them at the time (but I wouldn't put that past some of these 'locals'). I hope they are happy wherever they are / whoever is wearing them. My money is on Harry Potter.
Al & CB left in charge of LindyFridays this week. Hopefully all went well. No way to contact us here if it didn't since mobiles have also run out of charge. Can't even get proper e-mail, hence the blog.
Just about digested the big day now but eager to see some photos which Vix caved into internet before I did to see pics of her in big dress again. Day really does fly by. Feels lke it happened to someone else now. Facebook has been handy for some early photos and sneaky news from back home. Does feel very good being married. Still getting used to the ring and asking "have you seen my wife?".
Have some proper noisy sex couple in next apartment to us. She reaches climax each night about half past midnight and they got so carried away the other night we heard them knock over and smash the glass bedside table (cost them 85Euro the massage woman told me). No sex for them last night since they were on the champagne (Yes, the walls are that thin). We're just disappointed they're not younger and more spritely looking. They've left now and we have a screaming baby next door which is much more pleasant. I worry that it's telling, us preferring sound of screaming children to that of impassioned peaking?
Lovely Guiliana, who did our reflexology massages yesterday says we're both extremely emotional people but manage to control it. I'm more emotional than Vix apparently, do too much for others and not enough for me and have a bad back (which she could tell by looking at my feet).
There's lots of Italian's and Swiss-Germans at the resort but only a handful of British and Americans. Vix has a theory that you can spot Italian men almost immediately because they wear the pointiest shoes. It's actually a fairly good indicator. They also say "Prego" lots for no apparent reason. I've started doing it too and may so graduate to "Allora" which you can also say before anything.
Somewhat dissappointingly I realise that "Ciao Bella" roughly means "Hiya gorgeous" or in ancient Glaswegian "Howzit gaun, doll?".
Every so often Vix will announced "It's time to go to the hammocks!" which makes me think of some softer girly version of The Godfather. Vix likes it when the hammock is swinging but that give me motion sickness so we now have a clever compromise. She swings the hammock. I get to feel sick. Cunning.
Every town around here is called Menaggio, Bellagio or Spoonagio or some such. We're taking a boat to the one beginning with 'B' tomorrow. Vix surely needs to buy some new shoes by now.
Being a proper nauseating freshly married couple though. Lie in the same hammock at the top of the camp most of daytime now, reading the same book, since Vix whizzed through her 1st novel and found a spare Marian Keyes one I'm reading here. Swaying gently in the sunshine, laughing at the same bits. I swear you'd puke (even if you aren't prone to motion sickness).
We're missing Lindy dance and our friends back home but still loving being on holiday where you can do nothing all day. Takes a while to get into the swing of it but there's an art to doing nothing, I've decided. Plenty of fresh food, easy bowel movements, and lovely mountain views to enjoy while you pick up the necessary skills.
Just counting the hours 'til the next massage...deep tissue today ,o) and then the ever difficult choice of frizzante or naturale with lunch?
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This went really well for our first night after no publicity. The big Leeds Lindy supporters turned out on our opening night to give their blessing. We got some new folks who looked up "Fun things to do in Leeds on a Friday night" on google and discovered our Friday night dancing to my delight. Glad all the work on our google rating has paid off. Team Hull made it over to visit us as ever and all the supporting regulars showed up to pick up some more Lindy.
er Tiger mixing desk let us down, so of
f to purchase more special leads tomorrow to get us underway next week. Room is big and boomy with lots of echoes so shouting out at class is hard to make out. Hopefully next week we'll get it cracked.
