The Italian Job

The annual trip to the Italian with Mama and Papa and the "Hangers on". As always, we headed for Bella Roma near the Balcon. The best pizza in town. However, tonight we all decided to have pasta, except papa who went for the very Italian dish of Chicken and chips.


Papa and Martin at the Bella Roma.

We had a few bottles of red wine for the meal. However, the ladies went for the Rose. Quite a few bottles of the stuff. The ladies end of the table started to get a bit animated. The alcohol kicking in. It was then the annual event for Mama to try showing me up with stories when I was a baby. Water off a ducks back now. So she tried a new tactic. My backside was discussed.

This proved to be my Auntie's downfall. The plan was to walk back to the Parador side of town to go to the new bar. However, on route Auntie Lyn fell down a hole whilst she was not looking where she was walking. Where was she looking? She insisted that she was not drunk but all arguments were settled as she fell for the second time outside the bar. Time to go home!


Uncle Martin has to keep Auntie Lyn upright on the walk home.


Tricky chicane to negotiate.