It was to be our last decadent, exotic and full-on Italian coffee experience and we both knew it. Freddo - iced coffee - in a small Italian village (I can't remember the name of - we did so much that week) on our way back to the baking hot flat valley of Lake Garda from the cool, cloud-covered Dolomites.
We'd done what we planned; Venice and Verona. And tomorrow we'd be en-route to Newcastle.
Leavings are always painful - but we promised ourselves we'd learn to speak Italian and revisit Venice in the Winter. Such heady summer promises.
They seem slightly foolish in the chill of a Durham coastal evening.
Maybe it was just being back to work today and falling alseep on the sofa afterwards that made the summer seem finally over.
We'd done what we planned; Venice and Verona. And tomorrow we'd be en-route to Newcastle.
Leavings are always painful - but we promised ourselves we'd learn to speak Italian and revisit Venice in the Winter. Such heady summer promises.
They seem slightly foolish in the chill of a Durham coastal evening.
Maybe it was just being back to work today and falling alseep on the sofa afterwards that made the summer seem finally over.
