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Falling head over heels for Italy

Despite the happy-sounding title, I’m talking about Falling in a very little sense. The combination of lithium-induced clumsiness and cobblestone streets was bound to catch up to me. It was around 6am and I was walking to the train station to catch an early train to Pompeii. I was crossing a street and completely wiped out. There were only a couple other pedestrians around, but they ignored pathetic me sprawled on the cobblestones.

I was sore, but thought there was no lasting damage. It was only later that I realized that I’d scraped up my foot and knee and sprained my ankle. Sprained ankle and walking around ruins isn’t really the best combination. The picture above is a plaster cast of a body buried in the ashes from Mt Vesuvius at Pompeii, and that’s kind of how I was feeling.

Yesterday morning I went to this tiny little cafe (maybe 6 tables), and the staff totally ignored me. I sat there for around 45 minutes and they didn’t even acknowledge my existence, much less take my order. During that time I was waiting I saw a triggering email from work. Cue public cry fest.

Anyhow, this morning I leave Rome and catch the super-fast train to Florence. Who knows, maybe when I’m there I’ll get hit by a bus, followed by falling into a canal in Venice…



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