Last summer my dad and I took a road trip around eastern Europe - and it was amazing. I loved nearly every aspect of it (except from the terrible homesickness) and it is the best present I have ever received.

I've always wanted to visit Italy, for many reasons. My nickname when I was little was occasionally 'pasta monster' as I could finish a plate of pasta in roughly 3 minutes, and I mean a full - big - plate. I lived for pasta, and pizza and bread and basically all the carbs that were made brilliant by Italy. My family were also really close with a family who was half Italian so every time we went to their house we always had amazing food. So, you can see why I wanted to go.

When we arrived in venice I was very giddy - it was hot, I'd had too many fizzy drinks and I was slightly worried that I would be overwhelmed by the stench that people say accompanies Venice. Luckily we managed to avoid any smelly areas - although we did get lost. (But of course my dad just said we knew where we were, just not where we were going). But apart from getting completely lost, it was an amazing trip and one I will never forget.

Thankyou Dad