The alarm woke us at 4am. We got washed and dressed then drove the short distance to Manchester airport.

When we arrived at the meet and greet car park, the barrier didn’t lift to let us in. Mr C pressed the intercom button to speak to someone who checked his details up on the system. Mr C was informed that he had booked a space in ‘Self-Parking’ rather than meet and greet which meant we had to travel the short distance to the carpark next door. The lower levels were quite full so we had to drive to a higher level to find a space.

It was the same distance from the car park to check in as it would have been from the meet and greet car park. Manchester airport operates a self-check in system where you weigh your own bags and attach labels before taking them to the desk for passports and boarding cards to be checked. Luckily there was a friendly Jet2 rep on hand to help us with the procedure.

The extra time needed to park the car meant that there wasn’t time for Mr C to have the cooked breakfast he was looking forward to. We grabbed a sandwich to eat on the plane and headed to the boarding area for our flight.

The flight was slightly delayed but once we were on our way everything ran smoothly apart from a bit of turbulence over the Alps.

We had booked a hire car rather than a private transfer. This also proved to be a saga. We were expecting it to pick the car up at the airport but we found that the car hire company operated just outside the airport and we had to wait for a shuttle bus to take us there. The shuttle bus arrives every 10 minutes but the first bus dropped passengers off but didn’t pick up the passengers that were waiting (us and another family). Mr C phoned the company and was told that the shuttle bus was currently on its way.

Eventually we got to the rental centre where we were informed that our insurance wasn’t fully comprehensive so we elected to upgrade our cover for an extra cost based on an incident we experienced in Cyprus several years ago.

When all the paperwork was signed, we were told that the car had been upgraded. Our allocated car was large and had damage in several places. There was a bit of to and froing and photographing the damages, including tape on the windscreen which we learned had recently been replaced.

Eventually we were able to set off towards to our hotel in Cassino. The car Lynk & Co was big, wide, hybrid and automatic, a whole new adventure for Mr C. We were now thankful that we didn’t have to drive through the busy airport traffic.

The journey to our hotel, La Pace ran smoothly except for some confusion about taking a ticket instead of paying at the motorway toll booth. We checked into the Hotel La Pace and were shown to our room. We had a balcony and amazing view looking towards the mountains and Montecassino Abbey. We had a refreshing drink in the hotel café bar and set up a time slot with the proprietor for his talk on WWII and the battle of Cassino. Then, Mr C headed into town to orient himself and find nearby restaurants, including Sir Jaspers that the hotel receptionist had booked us into for that evening.

He was gone for ages…

Eventually I receive a phone call, he was lost! I suggested he used Google Maps to find his way back. When he eventually arrived back at the hotel it was time to leave again to get to St Jaspers.

We were able to sit outside where we shared a bruschetta starter before our main courses. I had chosen ravioli pasta with a mushroom sauce. When my meal arrived it was gnocchi, not pasta. I was told that ravioli was finished and now they were serving homemade gnocchi with the same sauce. I followed this with light chocolate cake that had layers of pistachio cream sprinkled with pistachios. It was delicious.

We headed to the town square which was buzzing with activity and we sat enjoying a nightcap in one of the bars watching people, especially ladies, promenading backwards and forwards along the street. Eventually, it was time to go back to the hotel, the short way round, glimpsing the Abbey and Castle illuminated atop the mountains.

We woke up on time and left the Premier Inn. It was raining lightly (as it often does in Manchester) when we stepped out of the building.

After travelling to the airport, we checked our car into the meet and greet service which also gave us fast track through border control.

After checking in our luggage, receiving our boarding cards and proceeding through border control it was time to relax a little and enjoy breakfast. My breakfast, an almond croissant, was delicious but Mr C’s cooked breakfast was underwhelming.

We boarded the plane on-time but shortly afterwards the Captain announced that there would be a slight delay due to Air Traffic Control congestion. We took off 25 minutes late but the Captain was able to regain some of this time during our flight.

We cleared border control without any problems but the baggage reclaim was stressful. Some bags arrived on the conveyor belt and circled round and round without anyone claiming them but many bags did not appear. Just after Mr C’s case appeared (and was retrieved) some airport baggage handlers started randomly removing cases from the conveyor belt. Mine was one of them so we rushed to reclaim it.

Luggage retrieved; it was time for us to pick up our transport to our hotel. We were greeted by two Jet 2 reps who guided us to a place to wait for our driver. Eventually we were joined by a family who had been held up due to the baggage reclaim confusion.  Now that the travel party was complete, we embarked on a long trek up and down stairs and escalators before we arrived at the car park where our minibus was located. This wasn’t the end of our walking journey It was also a long trek across the car park before we arrived at our taxi.

Our journey to the hotel ran smoothly and our room was ready. We dumped our cases in the room and ascended to the hotel’s roof top garden for lunch. We chose to share a plate of charcuterie and cheese accompanied by focaccia. Whilst dining we were constantly misted with water jets fitted into the pergola.

Comfortably replete we walked into town passing a couple of lovely fountains, arriving at the Basilica of St Mary of the Angels and the Martyrs. The church is beautiful and refreshingly cool inside giving us respite from the 90-degree heat outside.

Back at the hotel we showered to remove the afternoon’s heat before dining in La Locanda Di Bacco where I chose seabass accompanied by roasted rosemary potatoes. This was followed by a shared tiramisu which was delicious.

We returned to our hotel for a nightcap in the roof top garden.