Jackie 'O' Henderson gives glimpse inside her 'dream' Italian holiday - featuring private boat rides and breathtaking mountain range scenery

Jackie 'O' Henderson has been living it up in style on her lavish Easter escape with her daughter in Italy, as construction gets underway on her mansion in Sydney.
The radio queen, 50, and her daughter Kitty, 14, are currently staying at the postcard-perfect five-star Passalacqua hotel in Bellagio, Lake Como.
She recently shared a gallery of breathtaking photos to social media which captured some of the highlights of her trip.
One black-and-white photo shows Jackie driving a small boat across the crystal clear lake, exuding confidence and style in a denim jacket with the sleeves rolled up.
In another heartwarming selfie, the mother-daughter duo showed off their close likeness by posing in matching sunglasses.
Surrounded by world famous mountain ranges and exquisite scenery, Jackie's home-away-from-home clearly offers the kind of peace her $10million radio salary can buy.
Surrounded by world famous mountain ranges and exquisite scenery, Jackie's home-away-from-home clearly offers the kind of peace her $10million radio salary can buy
It comes after the lookalike duo indulged in gelato and sightseeing in San Gimignano, in the adjacent region of Tuscany earlier this week.
Selfies posted to social media showed Jackie and Kitty soaking up the European sunshine together.
'Best damn gelato in the world,' Jackie captioned one image of the two enjoying the frozen Italian treat.
'So beautiful,' she later captioned a short video of the terraced gardens at their five-star hotel, which include 16 fountains, 300-year-old cypress trees, and a swimming pool set against the magnificent Swiss Alp backdrop.
Jackie and her daughter seem to be enjoying strict mother-daughter time as they travel as a pair for the vacation, which they have taken for the Easter and Anzac Day break.
They are currently staying in the village of Moltrasio on Lake Como at Passalacqua, which was voted the world's best hotel in 2023 and 2024.
The structure was rebuilt in 1787 for Count Andrea Lucini-Passalacqua from an original property whose previous owners included Pope Innocent XI and composer Vincenzo Bellini.
Guests who have stayed in the lavish hotel include the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte, Winston Churchill and George Clooney.
Jackie's European getaway follows reports that Randwick Council has received complaints about the $5million rebuild of Jackie's 'dream' Sydney home.
The presenter has taken on the ambitious project that will see a complete transformation of an oceanfront Clovelly house she purchased at open auction in March 2023.
Two years after the KIIS FM star dropped $13.25million on the eastern suburbs pad, residents close to the building site are complaining about noise and disruptions.
Residents claim that demolition work on the site, located on a small cul-de-sac overlooking Gordon's Bay, has created 'horrendous' noise, according to news.com.au.
One resident complained to the publication about vehicles owned by tradies working on Jackie's home blocking road access and disregarding designated parking areas.
'I don't want to have to go to them every time I want to get out of my driveway,' the disgruntled neighbour said.
A tradie informed the publication that work on the site won't be completed until June 2026.
Meanwhile, the sight's foreman said that all the necessary work permits relating to the building of Jackie's huge three-storey abode have been approved.

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