Florence – Arrival

So – after car, coach, plane, coach, taxi and an hour and a half wait outside our flat – we finally reached our Florence base. As you can see Fr. Rattue found his first visit to foreign parts since 1986 rather tiring.

Iona on the other hand was very happy, as she had decided her bed looked like a grave with its tomb stone like head board.

We all felt better after some food and DRINK.

I loved the mistmatched glasses at this restaurant. The pepper mill was quite whizzy too, as it was electric with a guiding light!