A journey starts with a single step...a journey also starts due to getting a bit fed up with the inclement British weather being mostly rubbish and an underlying need to quantify 'summertime' by spending a little of your short miserable life in some quality sunshine; a concept which seems to be lacking within the constraints of the British Isles.
It's time to Brexit...
...stuff the pockets full of depreciating euros and head into the much maligned euro zone not knowing if we will ever be able to return past the UK Border-force Agency Gestapo.
It's not because i've become an overnight racist, euro-sceptic xenophobic bigot having had my limited brain lobotomised by all the scaremongering political clowns' rhetoric, it's because it's about time for another adventure and this time, under EU Directive 2016/000001 we're heading for Italiano...Tuscan hospitality, full bodied vineyards and the sun scorched land of the old Roman Empire, a haven for middle class Brits with banking bonuses and 'ladies of a certain age'...!
Yes, it will be dangerous..
Yes, it will be Mediterranean...
But we will try our best to survive under the unbroken blue Tuscan skies and the awkwardly leaning towers of doom...
At least it's not raining here.....
...it's actually quite cosmopolitan...
Today's first blog title, as ever, is always a song title from my library and here we have an old favourite from the Divine Comedy describing Mediterranean life in the twilight years...
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