Possibly the biggest challenge (and the one I was most excited and dreading in equal parts) was our journey to Venice. I wanted the kids to go to sleep in one country and wake up in another. The romantic side of me was thinking Harry Potter meets Orient Express (without the Dementors or murder hopefully) but my pragmatic side knew it was going to be hard work, especially when I couldn’t find ANYONE who had reviewed the trip by Thello positively.
We arrived at the station far too early but this was one train we absolutely couldn’t miss. So after a horrible dinner of half cooked pizza at what must be Paris’ answer to Greggs (but nowhere near as good), we settled down for the hour or so wait in the departure hall at Gare de Lyon. We talked to the kids about the importance of looking out of each other in the station and they enjoyed being guardians of the baggage.
Finally, we got on-board only to find we had been allocated a 6-berth couchette. This led to panic attacks and wobbles about if we’d be sharing with strangers (by me) and Continue reading