Saturday 9 July 2011: All roads lead from Rome
Today, we take the train down to a village near Sorrento, where we're spending the second week of our holiday.
The journey goes smoothly, until our taxi driver for the final leg gets a bit lost.
The villa at Sant'Agata is excellent, and it feels great to unwind with a splash in the tiny pool.
Sitting outside on the evening, we hear a rustling sound in the hedge. The boys are convinced it's a snake (the guy showing us round the villa tells us there's one on some neighbouring land) but we later work out it's the dog from the nearby bar, which George names "Doug."