So I am headed to Rome on Thursday and I am going to be there until Monday morning. Just in case I don't come back with an interesting stories or something like that, I figured I'd share some small anecdotes that have thus far been overlooked in my correspondances.
1.Montserau and my poor knee
The weekend before last, our group had an excursion to a couple of castles in the area. We got up early, beared the 2 hour bus ride, giant kit kat bars in hand, and made it to our first stop. It was a castle museum on the Loire. Our "guide" got us all into pairs and gave us pieces of parchement paper. For the next 2 hours we ran through this castle searching out clues and sabotaging other teams. It felt like Legends of the Hidden Temple. I was quite amused.
When the treasure hunt was done, they served us champagne (because the french like to drink at noon) and saw us off to our resaurant. We had a very hearty... and boozy french meal before we headed out for the Abbye.
Spirits high for the second half of the day, everyone was pretty excited. For some reason or another Beata ended up giving me a piggy back ride for about 50 meters. And then for what seems to be, in hindsight, no reason at all, I decide to give her a piggyback ride. And I decide that on the bumpy pierres, I need to run with her on my back. This worked for about 5 seconds and then, in slow motion, I noticed the ground coming up to meet my face. My hand shot out as I plied into the fall.
It wasn't until about 5 or six minutes later that I realized I was bleeding. I was more sad for my déchired jeans. It wasn't until about 5 minutes after I discovered my injured knee that I saw the monstrosity that was my hand. I basically had a 5-6 mm hole in my hand and a little piece of my pinkie sliced. It was greusome, but I did not discover just how bad until I changed the bandages we got from the museum the next day.
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