And then there was only one left standing!
Well it’s not food poisoning! During the night Marie lost her battle to the nasty gastro virus that’s apparently making its presence felt in Arabba. “Novo-virus?” we’re not sure.
So now, there’s only “Iron-Guts Graeme” left to command the ship. And thank goodness..only in absolute desperation could Hubert or I manage to drive the 2.5 hours to the airport and we needed to leave this morning at 9:30am to get H&M on their flight.
I managed to keep down a bowl of porridge but nothing for the Frenchies aside from Immodium and an unpronounceable drug that stops nausea. Marie is looking particularly green and given her predilection to car sickness she’s absolutely dreading the drive back down to the airport with all the twisty mountain roads.
Between moans and groans we did all manage to have a laugh about our predicament. Certainly it was not in the “script” for the weekend. And Gra & I do feel very sorry for H&M. It’s OK for us. I just crawl back into bed for the rest of the day and the next if I need to. They have to work. Tomorrow morning, Marie is lecturing at university, with tennis final in the evening and Hubert has to catch the 5:30 am TGV to Paris! Fingers crossed they beat this nasty bug quickly.
While we were in the midst of our ailment comparisons, our doorbell rang. This has only happened once way back in December, and while immersed in our enthusiastic gastroenterology descriptions, we didn’t recognise the sound of our doorbell buzzer. We thought that it was our neighbours and failed to answer the door. To our surprise when we finally did open our door some time later to head out, we found a beautiful home-made cake on our doorstep.
Gabi our landlady had dropped it off for us. We couldn’t believe it! Fortunately with Marie translating we found out that Gabi’s daughter, Elisa who owns our apartment had made it for us. We’re still not quite sure why, but I think that finally after weeks of being super cheerful, every time we meet Gabi & Carlo, we may finally have broken through their reserve. In addition to Marie’s heartfelt Italian thanks on our behalf this morning, I also used google translate to pen a personal email to Gabi & Elisa expressing our thanks. I am sincerely hoping that google translate hasn’t said anything wrong. I remember 15 years ago when google translate was in its infancy, using it to do a German translation of our lodge room features. We had heated mirrors in all the bathrooms, or “mist-free” as we described them in English. I thought I had better just double check the translations and duly sent off the transcript to my good friend Anett, our German native, who advised me in fits of laughter that we were advertising that our bathrooms all had “s_ _t” [excrement] free mirrors. Google translate is a literal fellow and “mist” in German means dung! Hardly something you’d boast about in a bathroom. I can only hope that 15 years down the track, google translate has been continually improving its Italian or there’s no telling what I’ve just written to our landlords…stay tuned.
But then the dreaded car journey. We had packed a bucket, tissues, water, plastic bag and toilet paper. A bon-voyage cocktail of immodium & paracetamol last thing and we think we’ve covered every contingency. Driving on our mountain roads or an autostrada, means that you can’t always stop immediately and pull off. And so began the journey. Pretty much zero conversation for poor Graeme, as all of us fell into a stomach cramping sleep.
And finally we arrived at the airport for the last photo. You’ll notice a nice soft focus to the shot….I chose the “beauty face” setting on the camera to help us all feel a bit better.
Nothing much to report about the drive home. We will be doing this same drive again on Friday when we go to Venice for a couple of days and then again on 10 Feb when we take our friend Richard back to the Airport.
Unfortunately, Liz, Richard’s wife is unable to come. They are trying to sell their house in Araches and they have a keen buyer from England who can only come to see their house on the week that they’d booked to visit us. Brexit is making things very tricky for UK ex-pats in France. Fingers crossed they will make their sale and move on with their next projects …of which they have many! But Richard is still coming which is great.
Back in Arabba, a quick re-stock and then an early night to try and throw this nasty bug and with a certain trepidation that ol’ “Iron-guts” might finally succumb.