It seems so long since I posted. Life just got in the way – getting everything done at work before my holiday, then the holiday. Since getting home late on Thursday I was very tired and had so much to catch up on. I sometimes wonder if holidays are worth it. But, of course they are.
The holiday was great. Back in Italy with my friend while her husband is in the USA for a few months. Unlike other trips though, I had to go outside my comfort zone more, doing some thing that may not seem that big to others.
My friends normally meet me at the airport and drive me to there home but this time I had to get myself there – bus to train station, then train (changing trains along the way). I had time for lunch at the train station (after a very early breakfast at The airport). I found a chicken salad and knew exactly what I needed to say to order it. But I waited so long that I’d completely forgotten what it was called on the counter! So just asked for chicken salad!😱. It came with a tiny sachet of olive oil and a tiny bottle of balsamic vinegar to dress it 😀 The journey went quite smoothly. I even worked out where the toilet was on the train! I’d used trains in other countries, but never in Italy, so this was a big deal for me.
We went to Milan for the day – my friend had an errand to run there. We walked so far! It was so busy and manic. They were preparing for a visit from the Pope so security was tight. We needed a drink and decided to go in a (very posh) McDonalds opposite the Duomo. Just a drink, nothing to eat. Back at the station in Milan we had to run for the train. The step from the platform to the train was so high (remember I’m short) that I almost threw myself on to that train!
This trip I decided to experiment a little with the food. To see how things I’ve not eaten in over a year affect me, and how I cope. Why now? The food is not in my house, so it’s a more controlled environment.
We were so tired when we got back from Milan that we ate out. So it was pasta. Not a huge serving, but pasta. Another night we shared a very thin pizza with salad (I couldn’t have coped with the full pizza, but half was reasonably ok. The weather was lovely so one day we had a gelato. All things I’ve avoided for a long time.
Thinking about it, pasta was better than pizza. I wouldn’t eat it often, but my insides coped ok. And the gelato,was ok. Again, just for a very occasional treat.
The journey home last Thursday was long and tiring. I’m still catching up,with sleep and work. I’d shopped for food before I went away so I had things in for when I got home.
I bought chocolates for my family. Then I was given a gift of … chocolates. Just had room to pack them – I’d only taken hand luggage. Oh, and the Parmesan. My son had asked for some good (old) Parmesan.
I should add that this holiday I came home a few pounds heavier than when I left. But I’m not worried. I experimented under controlled circumstances. I have the results. Now I’m home and back to normal (or whatever classes as normal in my crazy life). I’m still around the 9st 7lbs mark so am happy. Not like other pre BSD holidays when I’d gain loads of weight and never lose it.
My granddaughters are coming over next Monday to visit for a while, so more craziness and extra business to come.