ITALIAN LAKES
We arrive at the hotel after a long day:



Were confused on whether to hit the cameras or to enjoy the view we have. You see, we NEVER get a view. So it was a surprise that we were rewarded. This cant be good. Something’s not right here. We usually have a view of a wall or something. Seeing this worries me.
Lucy continues screaming like a mad woman as we run outside on to the balcony. We turn around to see the remainder of our tour groups coming out to the balcony. I don’t know if it was to see the view or to see what Lucy was screaming madly about.
All of a sudden Lucy screamed she had to take a group photo and everyone lined up while Lucy climbed on top of a table. God I’ve never seen Lucy so excited in her life.


Good Old Xcited about the views
We started a random conversation with the Good Olds when Good Old insisted we climb over into her apartment to see their room. This is because we complain about how our room was set out. So Lucy and I didn’t think twice and climbed into her room. Good old gave us a tour of the room before climbing over to our room to compare. Ron refused to climb so I had to open the front door for him. Honestly the things I have to do.
Once the room hopping was over we pick up our suitcases that were delivered outside our room. We didn’t even hear them coming. It’s probably because Lucy was screaming her head off about the view. We grabbed a quick shower before heading downstairs for our included dinner.

We chose a table near the window to enjoy our views while having dinner and we had Diane and Will join us. Now I have to say it’s the first couple on the tour group that I probably can’t bag out. Both Diane and Will were lovely people. Not that I’m saying Good Old and Ron wasn’t. They’re simple insane and on the same wavelength as us where as Diane and Will are more laid backed and semi normal. Ok I give up; I don’t know what I’m on about.
ABOVE: View from our dinner table
BELOW: Yummy Pasta

Our dinner arrives and we enjoy a lovely meal, with a lovely view with lovely people. Once dinner was over Lucy and I decide to stroll around the hotel to take outside shots of the hotel, private beach, pool and surroundings. Once we are satisfied with our photo shoot we head back to the room to open another bottle of wine. I swear we have become alcohols. We are doing a bottle or more a night.
Above - Our Private Beach

We sat on the balcony drinking our wine enjoying the view and of course our neighbors.

We started a random chit chat with the Good Olds and offered them wine. Ron refused and Good Old stated she better not drink as she gets drunk quickly. This of course encouraged us to insist and she gave in. Good Old decided to go get a glass from the room when she tried opening a sliding door that was already open. Ok if she’s like this sober can you imagine her drunk?
Nightview from Balcony
We chatted for a while and covered various topics. Good Old was tipsy from half a glass of red wine. Ron decided to volunteer some information to us. Ron’s a teacher as I mentioned previously in the US. Apparently he rocked up to class one day and spent the entire day with his fly undone and no one told him. Hence he decided to use this to test students. I can’t remember why but the thought of his fly being undone scares me. Oh wait I think it was to test who had courage to tell him…
Meanwhile Lucy started screaming about a spider on the wall. Infact it scared the shit out of me too. It wasn’t a big spider but no spider is good news. Lucy got paranoid and raced inside to grab something to kill it. Next thing you know she storms out with my deodorant and sprays half the bottle onto it. I think we drugged it for the time being but now I’m out of deodorant FFS. I love it how she doesn’t use hers and uses mine! Inconsiderate people!
We decided to crash into bed as we had our optional excursion to Lake Como tomorrow. Were lying in bed when I start moaning Christine and Lucy decides to start moaning Susan. It’s a moaning song with Christine and Susan. God we have issues. Of course a laughing fit breaks out. Let’s hope the Good Old’s didn’t hear us moan. Eventually we pass out from the moaning…

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