Idalee

Italy was great, was up in the mid 30s most of the time I was there, almost too hot, so we took a couple of days down at San Remo, sitting on the beach and eating way too much gelato. Fab's mother was trying her hardest to make sure we wouldn't fit through the plane door I think - I have never seen someone prepare so much food on a regular basis, or look so upset when we protested that we were full up - "You always say that" she'd berate us. In fact, the number one question people asked about me was not, 'How old?', 'What does she do?' or 'Does she speak Italian?' - it was 'Sei mangare?' - does she eat? To olympic standard normally, but apparently I only got a 6.0 from the Italian judge.