We’re there. Where are they?

Ariah was pretty sure our airport hotel was 5star when she saw the breakfast buffet. Multiple torte, juices, meats and cheeses.
We wrangled public transport to get to our accommodation and waited for the owner to hand over the keys… and waited … and waited… and had a pizza and birra… and waited… until we finally realised it was il scammo. A quick change of plans and several thousand euro later we arrived at our luxury back up plan, dropped off our backpacks and headed to see Leonardo DaVinci’s Last Supper.Read more