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My Childhood Holidays in Italy.

                                                   4th August 2018

                                   This me around 1982 on the bridge by my Uncle apartment, I remember it because
                                my younger brother had put chewing gum in my hair, and I had to have a big chunk of my hair cut out.  I wasn't happy!

                                           It's the beginning of August and it's well and truly  the middle of holiday time, the suit cases are packed and the, suntan lotion has been bought, the plane has been caught, hopefully!   I spent most of my Summer's in Italy, were most of my family live, I remember as a small child being woken up by my parents in the middle of the night  to get dressed because we had to catch a plane, we mainly went to Tuscany, were some of my Dad's family lived,  we arrived at Pisa airport  from a grey rainy and coldish U.K to a very warm, Italia.  The heat used to hit me  on my skin like nothing else, I was looking forward to seeing my Aunt's, Uncle's and cousin's but most of all I wanted the lemon flavored gelato, at the Ice cream shop around the corner from my Uncle's apartment, and the Nutella on artisan bread at 4.00 o'clock sitting at the table with my cousins, because we couldn't wait for dinner.  
                                I remember my parents drinking espresso on the kitchen table catching up with all the news, while I and my brothers and sister were outside, playing on bikes, or having pillion rides with my older cousins on a olive green Vespa. Dinner was a sight to be seen, with about 10-15 people around the table, with other family members and family friends who had heard of our arrival. We felt like royalty. These dinner's would last for hours and the younger children (me)  would fall asleep in our chairs with our heads on the table.  
                                We usually went for a month the last week of July till almost the last week of August so we had a few days to prepare before September school term started.  
                                  Although I loved seeing my family, I sometimes enjoyed my school friends story's of winning medals and trophy's  for disco's  dancing etc at various holiday camps around the UK, and must admit to being jealous, I wouldn't have minded a medal for myself.
                                   Now I am older, and life has moved on I am  so glad, I have those memories in my Parents homeland.


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