The Turtles are baffled. What is it about Italian food that shrinks clothes? The more they indulge in the pastas, the pizzas, the gelatos, the lattes, the tiramisus, the glasses of red wine, the more shrinkage. It must be the terrible quality of their threads from Hong Kong...
Milan was great. Good friends who joined for a short part of the journey, sunny skies, long lunches, trendy Italian people and "plenti cappucini".
That changed as we arrived in Bellagio, on lake Como... It's raining, we're falling, the whole town is snoring. The Turtles arrived in Bellagio on Monday night. The accommodation, booked on the internet, was somewhat disappointing. Far from town and no public transport to speak of.
The Turtles threw their bags down and raced to the alimentari (supermarket) to buy food for the night. Just to find, after a 15 minute walk with a very tired little turtle, that the supermarkets are closed on a Monday... No, we don't know why. Tony managed to find a restaurant and bought a pizza (elastic waistbands for all the Turtles...) for the larger Turtles and begged a bottle of milk off the restaurant owner for Tiny. Tiny supped on Weetbix and Tony and Myrtle felt guilty for being such horrid parents - not a fruit or vegetable in sight! Ah, tomorrow we'a try'a again!
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