2025 seems to have been a long year, yet it went by in the blink of an eye. Many things have happened, some that I wrote about here, others that I’ve already forgotten. I’ve spent the holidays trying to stay away from work and my social media is still set to only cat videos and bands I like. My 2025 was full of great concerts by Marillion, James Bay, The Cult and The Mono Jacks, traveling, time spent with family, old and new friends, and cats. It was full of focus to snap out of the vicious circle of back pain and avoiding falling even more into the depths of fatigue. As much as I like my job, I had to learn to remind myself that work is just work and it ends at 6 pm the latest.
For 2026 I’ll continue the tradition of not setting up any New Year resolutions. I don’t need to tell myself that I have to go to the gym and eat healthy, I know that already. Wishing you all peace, love, health and good music!
There was a certain silence in the breakfast room at the hotel on Wednesday morning. The usual plans of what to do on that day were replaced with conversations of the train schedule to Amsterdam Schiphol airport, hugs and promises to meet again in Pompeii. Yet there was so much warmth and friendship still.
Most people arrived in Utrecht with a certain delay. As Friday morning unfolded, many started to post details about flights, trains, useful info and photos of the venue: Grote Zaal in TivoliVredenburg.
Saturday morning the city was buzzing. Christmas shoppers, youngsters enjoying coffee, decorations and the usual question: I wonder who is here for the same reason as me? The hotel was full of familiar faces, people you meet in other hotels and see at other concerts or those who are actively posting in FaceBook groups. You don’t know their names but you know them. No way of clearly identifying each-other until we all receive the event bracelet. That’s if you don’t see the t-shirts. As the daylight and some weak traces of the sun sunk into a cloudy misty evening, the excitement grew. There was a long queue going around the buildings near the venue. The event on FaceBook was buzzing with posts. It was time.
I made my way to the venue quite late. By the time I spotted an empty seat on the last row, the opening act (Tom Waters) had already started. The place is absolutely amazing. As it was free seating, and as I got there quite late, I was worried that I wouldn’t get a good view. I got a great view. I could see the whole stage, the light show and the reaction of the people. The audience was amazing: not too many phones up, not too much moving around to get drinks. The setlist: Marbles (for the 4th time this year). The good thing about hearing this album live is that it’s a very good record. It also has some of my favourite songs on it, so hearing You’re Gone and Neverland again and again is a bliss. The band usually diversifies things a bit by playing some tracks from other albums, on this evening those being Cannibal Surf Babe (which Steve R. stopped because something didn’t sound right, creating a lot of room for puns), Man of a Thousand Faces, King and Sugar Mice (which as always was mostly sung by the crowd). And the evening ended with Marbles IV and the beautiful transition to Neverland. It was not easy going back to the hotel after such an evening but I knew that we had 3 more evenings of magic, plus I was exhausted from walking around Utrecht and visiting the railway museum.
Sunday was the second day when we’d get a similar setlist as at all of the other 2025 weekends. I managed to get to the venue earlier and, by luck, I ended finding a front seat and even find great company. Haunt the Woods was the opening act and they captured us with their music and the last number that they performed from the middle of the crowd. The guys’ performance was impressive and they left us in the right mood for more good music. What followed though was out of this world. Though having heard most songs in almost the same order in Paris, Padova and Oslo, the evening unfolded to the best Marillion live performance I’ve ever witnessed. There is not much more to say because there are no other words which would do justice to that evening. It all just fell into place in such a way… no tech issues, amazing coordination and communication between the band and crew, a wonderful and natural flow. Wait, I know: I don’t think I’ve ever heard The Great Escape sounding better. From the emotion in h’s voice to the moaning guitar. Many standing ovations and a lot of content from the band as well, who also realised that they were simply on fire. The evening ended with Three Minute Boy and a lot of us who would have loved the evening to go on and on. But this time, again, the thought of two more evenings with the amazing Marillion would make it easier to get back to the hotel.
The whole trip caught me very tired, so tired that I made a habit out of going down to breakfast, and even though I had coffee, right after I’d go back to my room and sleep a few more hours. I also discovered a great coffee place (Coffeecompany) so right after lunch I’d walk the streets and go and enjoy a creamy and delicious cappuccino, either on the spot or takeaway. I also explored the shopping mall the hotel was located in and got nerdly excited by seeing the lego version of the Enterprise D, Picard’s Enterprise. Out of all the places in the food court I noticed a gyros place (The Gyros Bar) that always had a queue, and trusted it every evening for dinner. And it was delicious! I was also happy I got a hotel so close to the venue. Their breakfast was varied, tasty and the feeling of coming down to breakfast in a room full of people who were there for the same reason gave a very pleasant sensation of community and similar interests.
Monday was a break day for the band, so instead of playing for us they took the time to do an ”audience with the band”. But before this audience, I went and hanged out a bit with a bunch of cool people from all over the world (even Australia) and Mark Kelly, who was kind enough to gather his Patreon subscribers for a short chat, answered our questions and took photos with us. And the place we chose even had a cat who came to us to inspect, supurrvise but not socialise, yet it managed to draw our attention for a few moments. The event itself, besides the excitement of meeting Mark, also offered me the chance to talk to other fans and share our Marillion experience. It was short but very pleasant. And riding the positive energy of such a happening I went on to watch the audience with the band.
This is the evening when all the countries represented at the event get a shoutout. Lucy (manager and master of events) made it clear that we are cheering for the people, not the politicians. Yay for Romania, I was not the only one. People that travelled from far away got a lot of cheers, everyone cheered for everyone and Ukraine got a long and respectful cheer. Then we spent 40-45 minutes hearing the band talk about their new album, seeing them open presents, hearing answers to questions that Lucy collected from fans in advance, and other fun things like the band signing balls and throwing them into the crowd or fans being rewarded with a photo with the band for whatever reasons: from traveling from Australia to their Marillion story. The evening ended with a concert by French band Lazuli.
The last night was the one when I actually queued before the doors opened. People had already became frustrated with the attitude of some in the queue. I don’t really understand why, as the venue had great visibility from all rows but I can understand that everyone wanted to be as close to the stage as possible. The opening act was none other than Marillion’s own tech Euan Hammond. Though a bit too poppy for my taste, he made me think of a combination of James Bay and Ed Sheeran. His stage presence was fun and his excitement was contagious. I believe he really made people get into the mood of the evening and proved to be quite an entertainer.
Marillion started with Splintering Heart. But while the band were on stage and we could hear mr h from in front of us, we were surprised and amused to see him hanging on one of the venue’s balconies, to the delight of those closer to the spot. And to make things even better, the second song was El Dorado, which was perfect. This Town, The Rake’s Progress and 100 Nights got us out of the loom and gloom and depth of El Dorado just to be thrown in an ice cold bath by Gaza (with tech spoiler from Mark’s side). Like The New Kings, Gaza is a song that is incredibly actual, though released on an album from 2012 (and what an album). It’s full of energy and melancholy and proof that Marillion can easily flirt with heavier stuff. I mean that image of h rocking his guitar was mind-blowing, but again the whole performance was. And then, to everyone’s delight, the first last song of the evening was This Strange Engine, which is a storytelling masterpiece and a fabulous musical piece.
Before the weekend started it was made known to us from different sides that the last evening will bring something totally different than the previous Dutch weekend from Port Zélande. The anticipation was deafening. On the previous evening, when we met Mark, he teased us with the topic but offered no spoilers. And though they didn’t play a song I wanted to hear, right about after TSE I just couldn’t believe that I got to hear all of these songs.
The encore started with the whole Care, another song full of meaning and emotions, and then we got to hear The Leavers, sprinkled with forgotten lyrics and tech issues, but the best finale for the last weekend of the year. Since the events are only scheduled to happen every other year, and knowing the meaning of The Leavers, the song fell right into place, and drowned the hall, audience and band, in confetti. But since the evening could not end on a heartfelt tone, the last encore brought to us Garden Party, the band’s most played live song. I am a fan of the video more than of the song itself, but the band seem to enjoy playing it and it is a crowd pleaser. Everyone was singing along, dancing and clapping. If I were to use one word to describe this evening that word would be ”intense”.
And just like that, even though one by one there were 21 pieces, taken all together on narrative and composition, Marillion entertained us for a whole evening, a bit over two hours, as always, with only 8 songs. But the end of this last evening hit us all with the reality of the end of the event. A short walk to the hotel, packing, an attempt to enjoy the adrenaline of the moment but ignore the empty space in your stomach led me to the breakfast room goodbyes of the morning after. A weekend, a convention, a gathering of people, call it what you will, the music brought us together. I am sure that on the spot I noticed way more details than what I managed to capture in this post but I don’t have the space and capacity to remember everything. Some things will remain in that concert hall. It took me almost a week after the event to put this post together anyway. I had to sleep on it, metaphorically and literally as the tiredness of the trip, gloomy December and vacation feeling left a mark on me. I am sure that whatever I’ve forgotten will eventually surface and make me smile.
When the announcement came out last year that The Cult are scheduled to play Gröna Lund I immediately marked the date in my calendar. I had seen them live once before in Bucharest in 2012 at a festival on a day where Guns & Roses were headliners. All I remember from that day, way before I had a phone to take photos, is that I was revolted that they were an opening act, when, in fact, they were better from every aspect. Unfortunately, I somehow didn’t write a note about that gig, so all I have are my memories.
The Cult was brought to me by VH1 and their late night Friday Rocks programmes. I can’t even remember which song I saw first, but I remember that from them all Edie (Ciao Baby) stuck the closest. I could spend 3 hours glued to the tv on Friday nights, if one of their songs was played, the night would be considered a success. I think I even have an old VCR tape back at home on which I recorded the end credentials of Gone in 60 Seconds that run on their single Painted on My Heart. Across the years I’ve blended my musical taste and mixed genres and bands, but some of their songs were constants in my playlists. But for this concert I didn’t know what to expect when it came to my reaction to their music. I spent the recent train journey back from Oslo listening to some of their recent live gigs just to get familiar with their sound. And one day after arriving home, on a beautiful Summer evening, I went to Stockholm’s amusement park Gröna Lund to see them play live.
I didn’t get there too early, yet there weren’t so many people in front of the stage. This allowed me to find a good spot. I was slowly surrounded by people of all ages and I was surprised to see in the crowd goths, punks, a guy wearing a The Cult t-shirt from 1987 and a lot of very happy people. I felt a bit young in the audience, but I definitely wasn’t the youngest. Once the band stepped on stage I think they had us in the palm of their hands from the first note. The concert opening was In the Clouds. From my spot I had a very clear view of Ian Astbury, The Cult’s charismatic lead singer, and I was right in front of Billy Duffy. The two are the band’s founding and constant members, having been in the line-up across more than 40 years. Ian’s presence on stage is absolutely hypnotising, he engages the audience, makes eye contact and throws them tambourines. In Gröna Lund he spotted a kid on the terrace of the restaurant next to the stage and executed a perfect throw of such a tambourine. The kid, maybe around 12-13 years old and wearing a metal band t-shirt, couldn’t be more than excited to catch it. He also spotted a little child in the audience and gave the parents a pair of earplugs. It is really hard to take your eyes off him, it’s like he was meant to be the lead of a rock band. The aura and charisma he brings on stage are mind-blowing and complete his role as a singer. He still wears a bandana and sunglasses. It left me wondering what it would have been like to see him play live in the prime of The Cult’s years in the 80s and early 90s. When he allows his voice to take off, there is a real satisfaction in hearing them live.
The second song that they played was Rise which was released and aired a lot on tv when I was in high school. I had forgotten this song even existed and I was surprised to see that I still know the lyrics by heart. They took us on a journey through their music, and each song had us dancing. Wild Flower was well received by the audience, but then of course everybody was waiting for the classics. I wish I didn’t have to see Edie through the phone screen of the guy who snuck in front of me. Though I am all pro filming snaps of a concert and taking photos (as I mentioned above, I have no pics of their first gig that I saw), sometimes filming a whole song is a bit too much, especially when it is a crowd favorite. They played the song mostly on guitar and voice. This took away parts of its 80s hard rock spirit, but it allowed one to hear the raw music in its composition. The lyrics are beautiful and the guitar part is very catchy. Rain got us all dancing and we kept on dancing into Spiritwalker. She Sells Sanctuary was a bliss, and probably the best-sounding song of the gig. The band came back for an encore of Fire Woman and Love Removal Machine. Billy Duffy showed-off his guitar skills during the first song, while the upbeat ending of the last song placed the finale of the concert on a high podium. Ian thanked us and encouraged us all to be kind. While he took a few moments to express his gratitude, at the end he also wanted to share something more with us, but the tech crew already cut off the microphone, which was unfortunate. I don’t think any of us would have liked to go home, as, even though they went through 16 songs, the concert itself lasted only about one hour and fifteen minutes.
Irrelevant to say that ever since then I am stuck on listening to The Cult. It’s like I’ve rediscovered the band. I had forgotten how much I like them. But I also discovered many songs that I wasn’t aware of, some older, some newer, and, while watching their videos, I’ve identified a few that I know now for sure that I’ve seen as a kid on MTV or VH1. I’ve also had time to dig into their musical history and re-watch their VH1 Behind the Music documentary, interviews and whatever else YouTube threw at me, because I’ve been stranded inside the house with a cold for 3 days now… And what better way to get myself to feel better than to immerse in the music of a band I like. And though their promo clips are fun to watch, I somehow went for full recordings of old and new live gigs. I’ve added them now quite high on the list of artists that I want to see live again. Soon. Please.
The time has come for my third, and last, Marillion weekend for this Spring/Summer. Even though when they announced the locations I had hoped they would visit Stockholm again, I was happy with the opportunity to visit Oslo as I hadn’t made it there yet. I was also happy for the opportunity to take a train to a place: it gives me another good reason to listen to This Train Is My Life on repeat.
The ride itself is a bit under 6 hours, but of course, on the way there, the train got delayed. There was even a point when we were informed that we might not even be allowed across the border due to a fire in a town on the Norwegian side, that impacted a silo located very close to the tracks. But after a two hours delay, I found myself at Oslo Central Station, and a few minutes after, in my hotel room.
I had a few landmarks I wanted to see in Oslo, but most of the sightseeing was just picking random streets and places that came on Google Maps, and desperately looking for good coffee. Of course I wanted to see the Munch Museum, due to MTV’s bumper from a long time ago, but also because of a project of one of my favorite Norwegian bands, Satyricon. Unfortunately I was unable to see their project when it was underway, but it was enough reason to go see the museum and the artist’s works. Impressive and very beautiful!
But after complaining about not finding good coffee and walking till my feet gave up on me, it was time for the first evening of the weekend and hearing Marbles again. The location: Sentrum Scene. First impression of the venue was that it’s a bit claustrophobic because of its very low ceiling in the back. Good set-up though as it’s an amphitheater, but if you get there too late and stand in the back, the stage is not visible at all. As tall as I am, I had taller people in front of me so I snuck a bit lower to be able to at least see the guys in turns. I learnt my lesson for the second evening.
Marbles. Lovely album, one of their most appreciated. There are many songs on that album that I like and listen to on a regular basis. Strangely, the opening track, The Invisible Man, is not one of them. Live the song is amazing and h’s theatrical interpretation makes it feel like a punch in the stomach. If seeing Marbles so many times taught me something is that The Damage is super fun live and that I can never get tired of You’re Gone and Neverland. First evening surprise when comparing with Paris and Padova: Man of a Thousand Faces was played for the encore. The show was flawless until Mark’s toys collapse for the Neverland intro. Probably one of the most beautiful intros to a song ever written, the pass between Marbles IV and Neverland gives me goosebumps and the first notes themselves are just a prelude to the blissfulness of, if you ask me, a perfect song.
The first evening of the weekend is always easy to leave behind, because we all know another one is coming. And after stopping by the merch stand, I made it back to the hotel on a clear and bright Scandinavian evening in the city of Oslo.
The second day was marked by finally finding good coffee (bitter, flavored but not sour or over-brewed) and by getting attacked by a crow at Akershus Fortress. And by more walking. Oslo has dodgy parts that are easy to stumble into but it also has a supermarket full of Romanian and Polish products. Yay for me for finding my favorite snacks: pufuleți (corn puffs).
I made it to the concert earlier and found a spot on the left hand-side of the stage, middle of the hall. I finally interacted with other concert-attendees and promised I wouldn’t block their view. Overall the people around me the second evening were more mindful. The 1st night they were more beer and fun-oriented, though I have to say they sung their souls out on Sugar Mice (we all did). On the second night though I think we all joined in on the singing like never before. I have to give credit to the Norwegian audience: they were loud, they were active, they were engaged. Might have also helped that I was in the standing area, compared to Paris and Padova where I had seats. But the second evening we started singing from the first verse. And didn’t stop till the last.
The guys were in very good form and h was very chatty and joked a lot. Made me miss his solo shows but also wonder how the other guys put up with his shenanigans. The interaction between the band members on stage was fun to watch: mostly Pete and h, with the first trying to tamper our chatty lead and get him back to singing, but also h and Steve R. and occasionally Mark or, rarely, Steve R. and Ian. Also fun to get to see the crew sing in between running back-and-forth on stage with guitars.
The biggest surprise of the second evening was to hear Seasons End (replacing Holloway Girl from the previous gigs and getting the band to do a little oopsy quickly covered up by h’s cheeky comments). Fascinating how the end part of the song got all 5 members playing different instruments in perfect harmony under an amazingly synced light show. Goosebumps! Beautiful was simply beautiful and The Great Escape sounded flawless. The encore meant another journey with The New Kings, a suite perfectly encompassing the political reality, now as as well as when it was released nearly 10 years ago. The band ended the gig with The Crow and the Nightingale and Care (IV) Angels on Earth. And that’s when it hit me, that feeling of emptiness in my stomach that replaces the fluttering of excited butterflies. The excitement started before Paris but after that came Padova and after Padova came Oslo. And now came the time to be a leaver and head back home, waiting patiently for the next chance to see them live. The walk to the hotel was a mix of joy and melancholy: the chance to travel and listen to live music, but also losing an anchor in time and schedule after each event ends.
The last day in Oslo meant a quick goodbye to a beautiful city and a walk to the train station. The sunny skies of the first days was replaced by gray clouds, and when it was time to board the train the rain started pouring. The train ride back home was smooth and gave me the chance to look out the window and be amazed about how orderly Norway is. And that marked the end of my first attempt at following the band around at more than one event happening on the same leg of a tour. Sort of. It was fun!
This one is a little bit special. Why is it a little bit special you ask? Maybe because it took place in Italy, maybe because it came with other small travels that made it special? Maybe because after missing the one from 2023, it was finally time to see the band play live here? Or maybe it was an opening act that added the sprinkles on top of it all. Or maybe it was all of these reasons in one. But irrelevant, here I was, on Friday evening, walking happily to Gran Teatro Geox in Padova ready to see Marillion live again for the first “album evening” of the Weekend, knowing that they will most likely play Marbles, just like they did in the previous events this year.
I was so impatient and excited that I kept walking around, looking at people, watching them socialise, looking at the merch, checking out the details of the organisation and watching the RanestRane guys interacting with fans. It was so cool to see them mingle and take the time to talk to anyone who wanted to say hi. And as much as I wanted to go say hi, I was too nervous and timid to even dare to take a step in their direction. More about them later.
At 9 pm I was at my seat, eagerly waiting to see Marillion again. One month from Paris and it felt like I just saw them live a week ago. The familiarity of the mood of their concerts was setting in. And so, at the expected time, they started with The Invisible Man. One by one, some of the songs of Marbles were ringing in our ears until Cannibal Surf Babe made its way in the setlist all the way from Afraid of Sunlight. That was a nice surprise. You’re Gone followed it, and I was happy to hear it live again. I don’t think I will ever get bored of this song. And then, another surprise: they played King, which was usually an encore song until now, in the main body of the concert. After taking a short break to allow us to cheer a bit more loudly, they came back and continued with Waiting to Happen which is one of my favorite songs from them. They ended the first night with Marbles IV and the beautiful Neverland which is the perfect cliffhanger when knowing that there’s another concert the next day.
After hearing them live in Paris, I tried to take the time to snap out of the spell of the music and observe other details too, like how Steve (R) and Pete change places and greet fans from their opposite sides of the stage. Or how Mark looks at Ian. Mr h is all over the place, and he is such an amazing frontman that he tends to capture all our attention. You can also see how the guys communicate with their tech team and observe the interactions with the crew helping them to change instruments or tape a loose paper or cable to the stage. It’s all part of their show. And you can see all this while singing along, of course. You can also glance at the people seated around you, like the lady behind me with a teddy bear dressed in a Marillion t-shirt that “danced” its little body out all evening. Or the man in front of me that seemed to allow each song to run through his veins. Or the guy sitting next to me that was so kind and even said hello the next evening, though all we shared was some good times to good music and no other words at all. And that was only the first day.
Now, another fun aspect of this event is, especially in smaller places like Padova, meeting other fans on the street. Whether we wear the band’s t-shirts or just recognise each-other by the bracelet we get for the access, on Saturday, we ran into each-other repeatedly: at the terraces, on the streets, visiting landmarks. So it was more than just heading together to and from the venue and spending some hours there listening to music. I even had a lady working at the Pallazo della Ragione reading the info on my bracelet and sharing amused that she saw so many people with these, she became curious to know what they were for.
The second evening for me was a bit more than just Marillion. After seeing that they played around with the setlist for the first evening, I was expecting changes from previous weekends for the second concert as well. And I kept wondering: what if they bring on the choir? But even before getting to Marillion, I knew that I was going to see RanestRane live, finally, with their very own setlist. I somehow haven’t managed to see them in this formula before, but I’ve been listening to them. The closest they got to Sweden lately was The Netherlands and Germany, and since they play mostly in Italy and in Italian, the chances of getting to see them more often are slim, though they exist. Prog band, with a quite special concept attached to their live performances – CineConerto – their music is quite elaborate, energetic, entwined with melodies that stick to you, parts that have the talent of turning into ear-worms, making them a fascinating live act. They are well known to Marillion fans, having worked with both Steve R and h, having been opening act for Marillion before, played with h on the Roman stage for his solo shows. Their keyboard player Riccardo Romano is most likely known better as a member of SRB, a project that he’s been part of for more than 10 years. Now, any other details about them are available online, what I would really like to say is that I was so happy to see them live. The venue was almost full for their opening gig but I still managed to find an empty seat a bit more to the front of the stage and got to see them a bit up close. It’s quite a pleasure to hear their harmonies blend, watch them navigate songs so easily, focus on a guitar riff one moment and smile and encourage us to clap the other. Being Italian, they were received warmly by their home crowd. Being used to Italian music ever since I was a kid, I find it easy to listen to them, but I am still a bit far away from singing along. They really represented the best way that second evening could have started. And at the end of their quite short gig (45 minutes), even Mr h came up on stage and gave them a clap in front of us all. And they got a well deserved standing ovation. Don’t think words do them justice. And now maybe you can understand why this Weekend was a bit more special for me.
Now going back to the essence of the trip: the Marillion concert, second night. The setlist followed the same structure of the previous Weekends, with a journey through more albums. This time I was really caught up by The Great Escape, but the glacial anticipation of the song’s climax from Paris was replaced with cheers in Padova. And the tune itself paved the way to the encores. And the first stop in this part of the concert was The New Kings, a personal favorite track from a personal favorite album (F.E.A.R.). A bittersweet recollection of my first Marillion concert as well. But after The New Kings, the curtains of the theatre fell, a not very subtle hint that something was cooking, and that’s when I knew that my gut feeling was right and we were going to see the Flowing Chords choir again. What my gut feeling couldn’t predict was how much we’d be spoiled by the second encore: we got 6!!! more songs. With The Crow and the Nightingale as a first stop, to Go!, Beyond You, Easter (I was so caught up in the event that I hadn’t realised they haven’t played it yet to that moment of the concert), to Man of a Thousand Faces that I had hoped to hear live again with Flowing Chords after hearing it during the Naturally Peculiar Evening last year in Rome, and ending with Care IV (Angels on Earth). One thing that was so obvious was the joy of those present on stage. Though the choir was focused on following the lead of their conductor, they were charming and encouraged us to sing and clap. At certain moments Pete and Mark seemed just as excited of what was happening and of how the music sounded as we were. Mr h seemed so proud. The blend of harmonies between the choir and the group was mesmerising. And I don’t think any of us would have liked the evening to end. But it did, and Get Back from The Beatles led us all out the venue doors and into the night, back to our hotels and homes.
And with the risk of turning this into a very long post, I need to take a moment and write about how well the concert was organised. Padova is a great location, for some of the reasons that I stated above but also because it is so close to so many cool places in Italy. The hall is big enough to host us all (and still sell out), the theatre is also quite accessible by foot, and for those who don’t want to walk, the organisers even put together shuttle services. We were also lucky to have sunshine and warmth, and that helped. At the venue one could find everything: from food and drinks at reasonable prices for an event, to a very well organised merch-stand line. People were friendly and the access was smooth. Prior to the event, all possible questions were answered by The Web Italy staff, so no confusion arose whatsoever. And I do have to say that it is fun to come down to breakfast and see that we’re (almost) all at that hotel for the same reason.
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