Tuesday 25 October 2011
One doesn't take umbrage in Umbria no matter how bad it gets. Therefore when Dian slipped and sprained her ankle she immediately made R.I.C.E. (rest, ice, compression and elevation.) This is not to say that she didn't let a few expletives fly as she went down, with Colleen's recent BAD ankle injury running through her head. Charles thought of that too, as he watched her, right in front of him. The ankle brace Lisa loaned her was helpful as was Charles and Nicole's keeping ice and pillows at the ready. Thankfully the ankle didn't seem broken, so we decided to give it a rest and reconsider our planned foray to Rome that Thursday (accommodations were seemingly non existant anyway).
After a nap, Dian used the last of David's sun dried tomato sauce (from Ikaria) and some fresh tomatoes Charles had bought at the local grocery store for spaghetti dinner. Nicole delivered a hand painted thank you rock to shop keeper Christiana and helped Lisa sort linens in the villa apartment. When Lisa came by later that evening, she helped Charles check the web and call places for staying two nights in Rome -- sitting side by side with laptops blazing, they were determined to find a solution that didn't involve king's ransoms, flea-bitten dives or places so far from Rome they spoke French. Even the convents and monasteries were either full or charging like they were offering Heaven along with a clean cot. Giving up, we all had a rousing game of Boggle and the last of the spaghetti.
Colleen loaned Dian some earrings made by our dear friend Pam, to wear to the 26th wedding anniversary dinner out the next night. She was understandably concerned about Dian's well being but we assured her that with some R and R all would be fine. (Colleen's ankle injury happened in Assisi and our family was heading there when Dian fell. Was Saint Francis trying to tell us something?)
One doesn't take umbrage in Umbria no matter how bad it gets. Therefore when Dian slipped and sprained her ankle she immediately made R.I.C.E. (rest, ice, compression and elevation.) This is not to say that she didn't let a few expletives fly as she went down, with Colleen's recent BAD ankle injury running through her head. Charles thought of that too, as he watched her, right in front of him. The ankle brace Lisa loaned her was helpful as was Charles and Nicole's keeping ice and pillows at the ready. Thankfully the ankle didn't seem broken, so we decided to give it a rest and reconsider our planned foray to Rome that Thursday (accommodations were seemingly non existant anyway).
After a nap, Dian used the last of David's sun dried tomato sauce (from Ikaria) and some fresh tomatoes Charles had bought at the local grocery store for spaghetti dinner. Nicole delivered a hand painted thank you rock to shop keeper Christiana and helped Lisa sort linens in the villa apartment. When Lisa came by later that evening, she helped Charles check the web and call places for staying two nights in Rome -- sitting side by side with laptops blazing, they were determined to find a solution that didn't involve king's ransoms, flea-bitten dives or places so far from Rome they spoke French. Even the convents and monasteries were either full or charging like they were offering Heaven along with a clean cot. Giving up, we all had a rousing game of Boggle and the last of the spaghetti.
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