There are six of us …
My tolerant husband, who tells a good yarn and likes a negroni.
No.1. Doesn’t love scorpions (the feeling’s mutual). Resident guitarist.
No.2. Likes to talk. Understands his dad’s mantra: never let the truth get in the way of a good story.
No.3. Has three brothers. Hasn’t yet appreciated how lucky she is.
No.4. Paradoxically small but big.
We love …
Discovering and exploring: new cities, villages, piscinas, cafés and beaches.
Meeting: new people, dogs, horses, and old friends.
Learning about and listening to: new music, languages, accents.
Tasting: regional foods and drinks, and all flavours of frozen yoghurt.
We hate …
Sharing a single room. Imperfect family travel hurts.
There are moments, though, when it works out. We savour them.
Back to home.