Siccome (a new word gathered from the few lessons I was able to attend - ack!), the day was spent tucked under under a powdery blue duvee and ornate damask cover surrounded by walls of Michelangelo morning sky walls that played out about 15 feet above me with lower portions decked in Venetian style ornate golden mirrors and lights, not to mention the antique prints and beautiful old furniture encircling me.
So I'll not have much to share beyond these 4 walls. Meh.
(These cherubs!! I'm in love...)
But if one must have the flu, what lovelier place than Venice! The lady of the house, Mariagrazie, has been nothing but kind, as have all out friends here, old and new. Even as far away as Voghera, our friends Angelina and Fabrizio have called to check ... "We'll come get you if needed." And we know they mean it. ❤️
So yes - many positives amongst the sickness; we've not been on the road, it's a passing illness, we found Tamiflu, and this bed is way softer than an average Italian bed. Yay!!
Mariagrazie even made me fresh squeezed juice. Can I come back here next time I'm sick?
Fortunately, Marty rallied early afternoon and was able to set off for some sightseeing to include a meal I'd enjoyed the previous day, of which the photo caused great culinary envy.
Yep, that Parmagiana di Melanzane (which was utterly amazing) made that boy jeeeaalous!! So he did find it equally as rapturous & satisfied that urge successfully.
Marty was also able to meet our friends Nuck and Esterita for drinks and typical Venetian appetizers, which although sad not to join them, I was very happy he could! We'd planned a long excursion with them to Sirmione, but .... Alas!
They sent back with Marty a lovely box of Venetian cookies, and one was enjoyed after my in-room meal of a caprese sandwich in Egytian style bread from a nearby shop owned by an 18 year resident fro Egypt. It was pretty darn good.
And to close off this day, a few more shots of my Venetian sick room surroundings...