Sweet little Pudge has been abroad a dozen times already but only once south of Paris (if you exclude NYC) and that was when he was less than a year old. He has often seen photos of lizards and crocodiles but in isolation with nothing to give an idea of size.
A few hours after arriving in Tuscany, he came running into the house extremely excited. Mum, mum there's a crocodile half way up Brita and Peter's wall! he shouted. Of course, I was then dragged out to see a 15cm lizard on the façade of the house.