The persuasion worked - along with the fact that the rest of his small family were going too - so it seemed to cover a lot of bases.
I left my car at my parents-in-law, and we proceeded to Gatwick on Friday, 27th August on a bank holiday weekend. Fortunately, that didn't cause us any problem - what did make the journey very unpleasant was a gastric-vomiting bug that made me suddenly violently ill. Very luckily, it had passed by the time I stepped off the plane, and we were able to navigate those steep and winding roads in a coach from Naples to Sorrento without further incident.
Despite the flight only being two hours, travelling had taken all day, and we didn't arrive at the hotel until nearly 9pm. The vast majority of the wedding party was also staying at the Grand Hotel Flora, so we were greeted by quite a few people when we arrived.
We were quickly ushered into the dining room to choose our meal for the evening. I was very pleased to enjoy my meal, after not keeping anything down all day! It did seem strange to eat roast chicken, asparagus and roast potatoes in Italy, but I was ravenous.
After unpacking and settling in a little, we met Paul's extended family in the bar by the pool, and chatted for quite a while. After the autumnal, rainy weather we left, it was glorious to sit out in the evening in balmy conditions by the pool! The Flora was not luxurious by any stretch of the imagination, but the food was okay most nights, being half board, and the main benefit was a terrific sized swimming pool, in which I enjoyed swimming laps when I could.
This was the view from the dining room balcony - the lovely blue pool, with the Bay of Naples above. My parents-in-law were lucky to have an even better view than this - their room balcony was directly above. They enjoyed sitting out most evenings with a glass of wine.
SATURDAY 28TH AUGUST
Being a package holiday, I decided to go to the welcome meeting the next morning, which was followed by a walking tour of Sorrento. An internal debate ensued - do you want to be one of the sheep, and follow the crowd, or go off and do your own thing? Better to do something than not, so Paul and I, with a group of about 30 others, set off for Sorrento towards the late morning. It was, in fact, very useful to find out where the train station and other amenities were. Sorrento all runs off one main narrow street, Corso Italia, which is always noisy and busy with the hustle and bustle of coaches, scooters and cars all competing with each other to get to their destinations first. A horse and cart also comes into the equation!