We moved out of our house on Sunday and into the stunning San Francesco hotel in Sabaudia to celebrate Mr FF's sixtieth birthday on the Monday. We were absolutely delighted with the hotel, beautifully located on the side of the lake, we had a spacious room that looked across the immaculate gardens to the lake. Everything was white, the building, the terraces, furniture, flowers, it was perfect and such a wonderful treat after all our labours. Meals were taken outside on the terrace, in the evenings the garden was ablaze with candles and the staff couldn't have been more attentive.There were several small and private lakeside decks that hung out over the water complete with sunbeds where we sat and watched the rowing teams practise. In the morning we took a trip into the little town for coffee and Mr FF was treated to an English newspaper. I mentioned to the receptionist that it was his birthday before we took off for the beach and when we returned there was a bottle of prosecco and fresh fruit with a card for him, at dinner his pudding arrived complete with candle and a rendition of happy birthday partly in English partly in Italian from the waitress.
We both agreed it had been a perfect 60th birthday for Mr FF from the wonderful food to the glamouress 'footballers wives' who frequented the hotel, but the biggest treat for me was the pair of fluffy white flipflops that matched the fluffy white bathrobes in our room, how could they have known?