This summer I was lucky enough to visit Italy twice within a couple of months, the first trip was to Rome and the second to a little town called Montecatini Alto. Rome had been planned months in advance, Montecatini however was a very last minute trip for me as I only booked the flights a couple of weeks beforehand. I had just come out of hospital after my appendix tried to kill me and Steve’s family decided that I could do with a holiday and invited me to join them on this amazing trip. We stayed in what was easily the most beautiful house I have ever stepped foot in, with views to take your breath away. The house had a tower which was reached via climbing a spiraling princess staircase and to get to the pool you walked through a secret tunnel under the garden. It was furnished with beautiful vintage french and italian furniture and was all florals and toile which I love. We all arrived in different ways, a few of us – myself included flew to Pisa, some of us arrived by train and Steve and his cousin drove all the way from England in his old Ford Capri. There were doubts that the car would make it, I removed my case from the car the night before it was due to leave for Italy as it was having a few problems last minute. Steve spent hours outside in the dark pouring over wiring diagrams before finally deciding they would have to solve the problems in the morning and leave later than planned. We were all so relieved at hearing the sound of its engine roaring into the villa’s driveway a couple of days later (with Steve looking very smug about it all!). It was a magical holiday – I dipped my feet into the Mediterranean properly for the first time, ate so much amazing food, lounged by the pool, explored the town and watched the tiny little lights of the town below, shimmer in the night for hours with my favourite person.