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Welcome to Sanremo. A beautiful night on the beach.
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| Lunch by the pool. Ok, so we took the buffet, but so yummy in our tummy! |
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| Mmmmm |
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| More mmmmm..... Zac cuddling Benoluci. |
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| Benoluci! he's unsure if this is a bath or a toilet |
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| Bloody journals....they take as much time as these damn blogs to do! |
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| In our hotel room having take away pizza and veggies. Bloody great mate! |
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| Any Scotch in here? |
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| The walk through the hotel to the beach.....great gardens. |
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| Might put my aching feet up for a rest. |
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| Why doesn't our path at home look like that? |
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| Magic hotel...if your passing in the neighbourhood drop in to the Royal. |
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| Will someone let me out.....these Hamersfeld's are a bunch of loonies |
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| While waiting for dinner by the beach. |
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| We went for a walk. |
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| And almost didn't come back! Heeeelp!!!!!! |
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| Wish she fell in. |
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| We are at chloes wedding. |
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| Not really, got home from dinner and made friends with the daggy pianist. Next scene we're all dancing the night away having the greatest time together.. |
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| Lets twist again... |
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| Zac telling me i can't dance....he's right. |
