the blind leading the blind

I came home early today because a twit at work didn't when he was sick last week, so as a result I am now a snivelling, sneezing troll [insert sympathetic noises here].

But that's not what I'm going to tell you about.

Hubby's sister arrived yesterday for a visit from SA. No, this is not going to be a character assassination - I happen to be very fond of my sister-in-law.

The thing is, the two of them are off to Venice for a few days tomorrow, on a sibling bonding expedition. I think it's great - they have always been close but what with us living 10,000km away for the past 4 years, they haven't had much time together.

So when I decided to arrange a trip to Paris for next month with my Mom and 2 sisters (more about that in another post, I promise), Hubby decided to arrange this trip to Venice with his li'l sis, 'cos she's always wanted to go there. I think that's really sweet, I dunno about you.

Of course, although I said HE organised this trip, in actual fact it was Yours Truly who booked the flights and hotels for them and printed out the reservation sheets etc. It's what I do - I organise stuff.

This afternoon they decided it was finally time to think about what's going to happen once they leave Dublin tomorrow, and this is where things get interesting, hehe.

See, traditionally in our family, I am the one who organises the flights & hotels, figures out the maps and how we're getting to & from places, and roughly what we're going to do when we get there and how we're going to go about all of this. I can read a map and have a good sense of direction.

In my S-i-L's family, it is her hubby that does all of the above.

Which means that between S-i-L and Hubby, they haven't a clue, LOL!

They've been sitting at the PC for a while, poring over a tiny guide book they purchased this morning and abusing Google, trying to figure out where they're staying on the map (in the guide book) and what exactly there is to DO in Venice.

These are some of the comments I've heard so far:
HUBBY: See here, we need to get there, by the 'knuckle' bit.
S-i-L: Oh so the airport is quite far away from the hotel then.
HUBBY: Aw crap, the hotel is completely surrounded by water! [Bear in mind this is Venice we're talking about ;-)]
S-i-L: Well I have my flip-flops so my feet can get wet.
S-i-L: I'll show him my t*ts, will that help? [In reference to getting in somewhere that requires some Italian word that neither of them can pronounce]
HUBBY: Where-o is-o this-o? [This is his own special Italian dialect. In German, all the words end with "en", e.g. "Where-en is-en the bar-en"]

I think this is hilarious, although I can't help worrying a little bit about them finding their way back to Dublin on Monday..!

PS I asked them if they minded if I blogged about this and they said I shouldn't but, well, this is MY blog and I'll write about anything I choose, hehehe! This situation is just too good to pass up :-)