italy.....ermmmmmmm
current mood: embarrassed
Im back from Eeeeetaly. The holiday was an abject failure. It far surpassed my expectations of holiday horror. I will NEVER EVER EVER again be taking TFH on holiday with me. We were staying on a campsite near Lido do jesolo, hot, sunny, humid, big and just like Butlins......
So far, so not particularly good. The sprog and her friend didnt behave that well. The not greatness started at the airport, when we arrived at 5.30am, only to notice the girls had matching love bites. not littlies either... great big purple monsters. Amie (my friends 16 year old daughter) also had one on her chin. Apparently her boyfriend was drunk and "missed".
The journey involved lots of sitting, waiting, spending money on cold drinks, missed buses and grump. We finally arrived at 7pm :-/
Then, first night they got a warning from the security guards for talking on the way home (at midnight). Apparently talking isnt allowed. Their passes were confiscated, and we were woken up at 8am by the manager to be warned if there was any more "trouble" we would be kicked off site.
Second night, they both got drunk and ended up fighting. With each other. One arrived back at the caravan with a black eye, and the other a swollen bruised black cheek. What they failed to mention was the passes had been confiscated again. We found at 10.30am as we stepped off a ferry in Venice, only for the phone to ring. "MUM, can you come back please??? we have to leave the site by 1pm................"
SCREECHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So after seeing a whole 5 minutes of Venice, we headed back, and spent half an hour pleading with Senor Martin, campsite manager and Hitler lookalike. Luckily he took pity as we promised fervently that there would be no more trouble, lots of quiet and strict supervision. Phew.
So the next 3 nights 2 sulky teenagers spent every day and nght with us, not allowed out, no drinking, early nights.
By thursday we allowed them out for 2 hours to the internet cafe. result? they were walking home behind a group of noisy germans, who all had passes confiscated, and they had their passes taken again, despite the fact they had been walking in silence...........so yet again saw us at the main office at 8am pleading to be allowed to stay. Fortunately Senor Martin was off for the day, And Senor Roberto took a shine to me...........
Bleeding hell, it WAS hell.
Nice beach tho, lovely pools, but everything closed on the dot at 11pm, so not very much to do!! Plus it was 80% humidity the whole time and the entire site seemed to be inhabited by Dutch people. Very pleasant, but very unsociable!
It was a relief to get home really,,, after landing at stansted late at midnight, picked up hire car at 1am, and finally landed back here again at 5am.
NEVER AGAIN.
TFH has been on lockdown since we got back. Im so disappointed in her after we'd seen such improvement over the last 6 months.
Tons more to post but it will have to wait.





