12/06/2026
Having family in Italy means we have a second home there. Even better, the kids settle in within hours; into the rhythm of their relatives, into Italian, into a slower pace I don’t quite recognise them in at home.
We went for May half-term, which is a great time to visit. The lakes are warm, the crowds are still weeks away, and the Italians are still in school.
This year we added Ponza. Two nights on an island most British families haven’t heard of, swimming in water clear enough to count fish from the surface, the kids learning to leap off rocks they shouldn’t quite have been able to leap off. (They could. They did. They were proud.)
Everything tastes better there. The tomatoes. The bread. The salt on your skin after a swim before lunch.
Some places you visit. Some places hold you. 🇮🇹