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Jul. 30th, 2007 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellisonSince I am up early due to New Bathroom Men arriving (and they've already managed to soak the livingroom, good start!), holiday photos! Such as they are, since I didn't have much holiday really ;p
The Hotel! A 15th Century Castle. Can't remember the name alas ;p
Rather palatial hotel room. There was a corridor to the bathroom, which was nearly as big again. I didn't ever actually get to sleep in here tho.
View from the room - the landscape was stunning; the coach trip down from Rome went through some amazing scenery.
Swords!
Guns!
The pool, that I never got to swim in ;p Tho, apparently the weather wasn't great after the first day, so no-one else did either!
My sister and I, already for our lovely evening out in Italy. About 10 minutes later I got on the The Fateful Mini-Bus of DOOM. 20 minutes later, the PUMA attacked and I was broke.
See, broke! After escaping the Hospital from Hell, lying in state in someone else's hotel room (the Mother's I think), which was less palatial and didn't have a corridor to the bathroom, which is just as well, since I had to be dragged there onna chair. Good times.
And that was my Italian holiday! Good, no?
The Hotel! A 15th Century Castle. Can't remember the name alas ;p
Rather palatial hotel room. There was a corridor to the bathroom, which was nearly as big again. I didn't ever actually get to sleep in here tho.
View from the room - the landscape was stunning; the coach trip down from Rome went through some amazing scenery.
Swords!
Guns!
The pool, that I never got to swim in ;p Tho, apparently the weather wasn't great after the first day, so no-one else did either!
My sister and I, already for our lovely evening out in Italy. About 10 minutes later I got on the The Fateful Mini-Bus of DOOM. 20 minutes later, the PUMA attacked and I was broke.
See, broke! After escaping the Hospital from Hell, lying in state in someone else's hotel room (the Mother's I think), which was less palatial and didn't have a corridor to the bathroom, which is just as well, since I had to be dragged there onna chair. Good times.
And that was my Italian holiday! Good, no?
