But really, a not-so-funny thing happened on my way to Italy.
**DISCLAIMER: I’m fine and managed to have the time of my life, but this makes for a superior Monday morning story.
As you can see, I’m clearly back to blogging and *YAY!* in the States again, BUT back to the not funny thing. I boarded a flying cruise ship (one of those brand new fancy double decker A380s–or something like that) and it was awesome. I had the perfect seat and I literally sat down and fell right to sleep. This never happens and I’m usually crammed in between two people that like to use all of their allotted space and half of mine.
One other small detail here is that I don’t use public restrooms; it really freaks me out. So naturally, airplane bathrooms are usually out of the question.
Well I wake up from my slumber needing to pee worse than usual and so I stand up to go…and that’s the last thing I remember.
I woke up in the jump seat with 5 female flight attendants surrounding me asking me questions in French. They were fanning me and rubbing my face with cold rags.
Apparently, as soon as I got up and took a step, I passed out/fainted clutching my left side, which usually indicates signs of a heart attack.
So here I am, all panicked because I literally was half asleep trying to make my way to the bathroom to begin with and now I’m in the back of the plane surrounded by people I don’t know. I tried in incredibly broken Italian (don’t ask me why I tried this method, it’s still unknown to me) that I was probably fine, I just wanted to go to my seat again. They hand fed me pears and a Coca-Cola and then said I could walk back.
Only, as soon as I stood up my legs buckled and I was on the floor again.
Truly awesome and fun times on that flight over there, let me tell you. As of this point, I’m going to go with fainting. Of course this has never happened to me before and my body decided an international flight was the opportune time to try it out. Don’t worry I’m going to get to the doctor this week.
But onward with my adventure! I spent 10 glorious days discovering Northern Italy through culinary classes, meetings with local artisans and of course, EATING. Lots of eating and lots of vino. My heart is so happy. I could probably rattle on for about 5 years about how Italy always changes my life when I go and I come home carrying new inspiration and ideas for creativity. Instead of pouring my heart out right here and now…how about some photos?
|World famous butcher Dario Cecchini!|
|Normally I would be completely grossed out by this, but my God, so delicious.|
|Balsamic Artisan Class|
|Fresh figs eaten right off the trees!|
And now…I must diet. But not before I head to the bank and rectify a stolen identity, because that also happened this week.
YOU WIN ITALY, YOU WIN.