After a bout of stomach flu (norovirus or something like that) that both kids came down with Tuesday, they were over it enough that we thought we were ok to head to northern Italy, starting in Turin. We stopped by Issognes Castle in the Aosta valley. It was not really worth it, because you had to be on a guided tour, which was in Italian only, and also photos were not allowed, even though there was some very interesting old grafitti, from the 1600's. I tried sneaking a photo, but since there were only 6 people on the tour (4 in our family, and a couple), the guide put a stop to it.
We stopped in Verres after our tour of the castle, at a little kebab place. In a similar little town in the US, you'd find lots of fast food places. But here, all over Europe, in the same type of little town you'll find a couple kebab/pizza places, usually run by Arabs. I know the conventional wisdom is "big chains bad" but I would really love the option to have a 100% predictable restaurant experience - i.e. fast food - everywhere we go. Sometimes I'm just too tired to want to navigate something new.
And there, unfortunately, Kenny had a resurgence of his norovirus (or whatever it was). Maybe it was the strong smells of the place, who knows - in any case, he vomited after we'd been there a few minutes. The owner was nice about it, cleaned up, and led Kenny back to his personal bathroom in the back. It turned out he was half Lebanese, half French, and spoke French quite well, which was handy since I don't speak Italian. He gave Kenny a glass of sugar water, which he said he always gave his own son when he had stomach problems.
So, we then drove on to Turin (Torino). Unfortunately, Kenny started vomiting again in the car. No, it was not a good drive! Luckily we had a strong plastic bag. We got to the apartment, got settled in properly, and Kenny rested in bed, then started feeling better. Even more unfortunately, by that point I was starting to feel a little queasy. I had been really careful to always wash hands after dealing with the kids, but since the kids had been well a few days by that point, I relaxed a bit with the incessant hand washing, thinking they were over it. Well, Kenny wasn't, so I came down with the same thing. The next day (Friday) Eric took the kids to the Egyptian Museum while I dozed at the apartment and ate nothing at all. We all went out for dinner to a nearby restaurant that was supposed to have typical food from the Piedmont region. The kids got what looked like regular spaghetti with tomato sauce to me, but they said it tasted weird, and ate very little. I ate very little because my stomach was still sensitive. So Eric was really the only one that ate anything.
|At Sacra di San Michele|
|Peter loved feeding the pigeons in Venice|
We ate lunch on Thursday at a really nice, clean-looking restaurant in Sirmione. Unfortunately, Eric started to feel the effects of that lunch very early Friday morning - he had a serious case of food poisoning. He was up a lot of the night. We were scheduled to head back to Geneva on Friday, too - 4.5 hour drive. He definitely wasn't in a condition to drive, so I ended up driving back to Geneva. I was pretty stressed about it, since I haven't driven much in this car at all, and have only driven a total of 4 times in the entire past 18 months. Plus - I didn't have my driver's license! But we wanted to get home. So, I drove back. Unfortunately I got stopped for speeding in the Mont Blanc tunnel. The limit is 70, and I was going 83, and they do monitor it very carefully. Just as I got outside the tunnel, two police officers flagged me over - one French, and one Italian. My stomach was turning somersaults. I pretended to look for my drivers license, but eventually just told them the story - usually Eric drives, and the only reason I was driving was because he was sick. Luckily, they didn't make a fuss about the drivers license (wonder if that would have happened in the US?) but I did still have to pay a 41 Euro fine on the spot. And I may have gotten yet another ticket, as well - there's one area where you need to slow down quickly from 130 to 70 kilometers per hour. A light flashed there - I think a speed camera took my picture. So, it could be a very expensive drive back. But we sure are glad to be home!