September 2014 was a pretty exciting month.
One of my oldest friends got married (you might’ve read this in the Laurabury ), I got to spend a week in Italy, AND I got engaged! Can I do September all over again please?
Stop one on our Italian adventure was Verona, the place of Romeo and Juliet. I had high hopes.
To start our holiday, a glass of bubby was a must, which also meant a new dress (obviously)
With a number of Italian flight and cab strikes, we luckily had no major issues, but felt a glass of the orange stuff (aka an aperol spritz) was essential.
We found the cutest little place round the corner from our hotel that did lovely cheeses and wine. Our quick drink during the day, turned into 3 glasses of wine and lot’s of chattering on the bench outside.
We were pretty excited to be in Verona…
Our hotel was lovely, and had its very own red scooter decorating the entrance. Luckily, I didn’t have too many aperol’s, otherwise a scooter photoshoot (with me on it), would’ve been on the cards.
With limited time in Verona, we explored with a vengeance.
We wandered up little cobbled streets and steps (I hasten to add, on an incline), until we reached the top.
Totally worth the climb in my new (well charity shop) vintage shoes.
Exploring is hard work. A sugar fix was a must.
I don’t think I have every come across such an ice cream selection. It was a tough choice! I went for nutella…and of course shared John’s, what’s his is mine, and what’s mine is mine and all 🙂
I couldn’t help but snap random buildings. I find the architecture, colours and textures of Verona so pretty and a little addictive when it comes to the camera.
Verona, you little beauty. Look forward to seeing you again soon.
Next stop, Bardolino.