Italia

Bon Jovi!

It's August of 1998 and we're transported to sunny Italy, the home of lasagne, pizza, romance, vino, Dean Martin, and even more lasagne. A coach load of touristi has just arrived and the locals are setting new world records for how much they can charge for a coke or a bottle of aqua to slake that raging thirst. Hang on to your purses and wallets as we plod our way through the next piazza, clamber through yet another cathedral and relive the past through just one more bunch of ruins.

Yes, it's "Hellooooo . . . Trafalgar"

Thanks to the wonders of cyberspace we can return yet again to the eternal land of chianti, limoncello, spumante and aqua minerale (with or without gas?) . . . to help wash down that damned lasagne. Grab a seat (but don't touch the bread rolls - they ain't free), come aboard and enjoy the ride!

Andiamo!

Touring Instructions

Click on one of our stops on our map of Italy and you'll be magically transported there. The captions on the photos on each of the album pages will appear if you leave your mouse pointer over them without moving for several seconds.

We have seat rotation on this trip. Whoever is in the back right seat on day 1 moves to the front left on day 2. Whoever is in the third seat on the right moves to the fifth seat from the back on the left (unless the day has the letter "N" in it). Whoever is sitting eighth from the front (or was that the back?) moves to the . . . . . . Awww, forget it! Sit where you like.

Smoking is forbidden on our coach. Smoke detectors have been fitted. There is no smoking in the toilet. There is also no toilet paper and, oh yeah, there is no key to get out if you lock yourself in.

Hungry? I've got a great idea. Why don't we stop at the Autogrille for a quick lunch. Back on the coach, let me see, 45 minutes. If you want to buy sandwiches, make sure you pay for them first. Hot food? Serve yourself and pay at the register. Don't worry, you can leave your things on the bus (that is, unless it's parked in front of our hotel in Florence).