This was the destination. Wherever else we got to we had to make it to Venice.
We left Croatia and whizzed through Slovenia, crossing the border we knew we needed a vignette, with heavy penalties for not getting one but we were only in the country for about 30 minutes and reached the border to Italy before we saw a shop – oops. Slovenia is dubbed the green country and you can see why, it’s really lush, so guess it must get a bit of rain but not today, scorching temperature!
Italy was definitely the destination we were all excited about, I’m not sure why, football has something to do with it for one person, for another maybe it’s the lasagne & pizza, for another it’s the crazy driving and horn blaring and for another it’s perhaps the glamour and beautiful people. I’ll let you work out which is which!
So a bit of a trek for this leg but we figured as Venice & Tuscany were the main event we may as well get on with it.
We’d found a perfect site within walking distance of a ferry port to Venice so seemed ideal, we’d get set up and then first thing head into Venice with no drama. It was odd that the journey seemed to take longer than expected and we passed Venice when I could have sworn we’d opted for north of Venice. All explained when we checked in and were told we were at the wrong Miramar. Why would you have 2 campsites with the same name in the same city? It was too much faff to head back north so we stayed put. This Miramar was a slightly different experience, more holiday camp than we’d planned but the boys were happy so all good. I had a night off, hanging out in the van reading a book whilst the boys headed to a foam party on the beach with DJ and fireworks.
Finally the day for Venice arrived. We were about an hour away and had worked out the local bus would take us straight to Piazzale Roma. It was a great bus, we really are sold short with our public transport!

Venice was just fabulous, everything about it was as you see in all the books & films. It surpassed all expectations. I think I’ve found my all time favourite place.
We took so many pictures to try to capture the overwhelming beauty of the place but they won’t do it justice. Somehow Venice just captures an age and moment in time that inspires your imagination and you get a feel for what it would have been like living in the time of the great artists and poets, wandering through the streets and canals.
A few things we covered:
A boat – loads of options, we debated gondola or taxi & opted for the James Bond version. Has to be done.

St Mark’s Square, obviously, can’t do Venice without this one. We did the Camponile de St Marco, gearing ourselves up for a massive climb and were almost disappointed when it was a lift to the top. The views were just stunning!



Coffee, ice cream, pasta – everyone says it’s crazy expensive but we didn’t think so. I’m sure if you park yourself in the cafes around St Marks outside the Armani shop then it will be pretty pricey but we had lunch for 4, couple of drinks each (including rose) and ice cream for the boys for less than £40.

Exploring the side streets is a must, it would be easy to stick to the standard tourist trail and follow the crowds but every little alleyway and side street has something fascinating to see.




After a few hours wandering around we decided to head back. The image below is the bus timetable. The tiny little gap on the bottom row is showing that despite it being a great service, every half hour, like clockwork there is one day in the year where the bus to our campsite doesn’t run that far for about 3 hours & yes of course we managed to find that sweet spot!

After a few very confusing conversations with bus drivers & passengers with a bit of a grasp of English trying to help we managed to find a bus that would take us to the next village & we’d figure it out from there. I did hope the reason for the bus not running was some kind of spectacular local carnival that we’d happily walk with to get back to base, but no such luck. That was a long walk home!!
A relaxing night and a tiny stroll along the beach with Bobs to see the big red moon before an early night on easily one of my best days of the holiday, if not ever. Onto plans for the next day..
































In our minds this would be a coffee drinking adventure, slowly meandering from one street cafe to another, chatting to locals and soaking up the atmosphere. Obviously the reality was a little different.



























