Where to begin with this! I fell in love with Italy the first time we got to visit as a family. After years of touring what felt like every corner of France EVERY holiday the accountant finally decided that perhaps we were over Frenched and would like to go somewhere else. Our first visit was also somewhat tactical, it was the Easter holidays and my brother and I had GCSE’s to be revising for. So, rather than being shipped off to experience the noise and…