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Italy was my ever first trip abroad when my parents Rosario (of Italian heritage) and Joe senior shepherded their scouse brood to Cattolica in Rimini on the Adriatic coast sometime in the 70s. Being small I remember little of it, except for the checked flairs me and my brother rocked, how excited we all were to travel on a plane and how glamorous it felt to stay in a hotel.
At 18 I hitched around Italy on my first grown up trip abroad (con Fitz e Chris). I got my passport nicked sleeping rough in a park in Bologna, got marooned on the motorway after a lift in a lamborghini ended abruptly, and got rescued by a lady shifting crates of peaches in a piaggio van. She took us to her home in Florence, put us to work unloading fruit and veg and sat us down with her family for Sunday lunch. Best meal I've ever eaten.
Shots from Naples, Venice, Florence, Rome, Tuscany, Liguria and Sicily.
P.S. I once flew to Rome for a date.