I was going to write about the Notte Bianchi last night, the night that the whole town stays open and parties. Free wine and food to try on every street corner, live music in all the piazzas etc etc. Then I was also going to write about the canoe race that Carlo has been training for and was going to take part in today.
But last night on his way home from work, a car pulled out and knocked him off his motorbike. The car stopped for just enough time for the driver to lower the window and call “sorry, can’t stop, have to get to the airport.” He then drove off.
So Carlo is now in hospital with two or three fractures in his leg. Today is Sunday, apparantly Doctors don’t work on Sundays here, so he is lying in bed, in pain, waiting for tomorrow when they will examine his leg and decide what to do.
After two hours sleep last night, a long drive to the hospital and back, a visit to the police station and trying to pretend everything is normal in front of Skye, I am left wondering…how it will be over the next few weeks with Carlo stuck at home, 160 steps up from the road.
To top it all off the babysitter just cancelled for tomorrow.