First I want to mention that we had a good hard rain Thursday night/Friday morning last week. First rain in weeks. I was up checking the gutters and all looked fine. Draining, no more waterfalls. And best of all, no leaks inside. Whew. Glad to have gotten that done thanks to Fabio and Mario. Excellent workers in a difficult situation.
Our friends and buyers of our apartment, had a bit of a mishap. Jane fell off her bike hitting her chin and cheekbone on the ground and breaking her thumb. She and Christie walked over to the Pronto Soccorso (emergency room) where they gave her a temporary cast and made an appointment to visit an orthopedic doctor in Citta di Castello yesterday. Meanwhile, our signing of the Powers of Attorney was scheduled for Tuesday.
We did manage to get the signing done, even with Jane’s right, and main, hand in a cast. It was somewhat amusing. The Notaio’s office is in a former Palazzo built in the 1600s. It is just next to an enormous green space which Jim told us it was once the main Piazza of Castello, and a formal garden. Now it is just an immense lawn. The office is just as I remember it. Grand but threadbare in a pleasing way. I took a couple photos.
So, Jim can now sign for Christy and Jane to close on the apartment. And he can close for us on our new place. That way we don’t need a translator. Saves a bit of money. The deal is not quite sealed…but a step closer.
Because we weren’t sure what they would do at the hospital in Castello I drove them up for the appointment. We went to the hospital and found the orthopedic department where Jane was seen pretty quickly. But she had to endure the pain of resetting her thumb…no anesthetic. The norm here. She said is was REALLY painful. Then they put on a cast and we went to get an X-ray to see how the set was. It took us 45 minutes to FIND the Radiology department. They are very short on signage. On the good side, we got our steps in. We returned to the orthopedic docs who viewed the X-rays and told us to make an appointment to come back in a week. Making the appointment at the ASL (Azienda Salute Locale).
To give ourselves a reward for our ordeal…more for Jane than Christie and I, we decided to have lunch! We tried a new place called Grace. It opened in the space where Patrick’s Enoteca used to be. It is a bit of a sad story. Grace was the wife of the chef. She was a 28 year old American. She and her husband were involved in an accident in which she was killed. The restaurant was opened in her name.
We had a delicious lunch. They have half portions of almost everything, so we decided to do three half portions each. It was a lot of fun. Here are some pictures.
This week we also got our guy to come to arrange to replace two window screens, the electrician is coming to replace two lights, and Luther had a hearing test today. I gotta say…I am OVERWHELMED at all the progress we are making! So un-Italian! 🙂💕 Ciao a tutti!
I know. She was so sweet. Since IPN listed our apartment we had a lot of interactions. Tragic. Her husband and her parents got together and traveled to Sardinia. Then they came back for the official opening of Grace, the restaurant. It must be so hard. Do visit it when you come.💕
In re Jane and her thumb — Italians seem to think everyone should just suck it up. And we can do. But geez, if you don’t have to endure the pain why?!
Hi Nancy. Thank you for telling us about Grace. It brought tears to my eyes. She was so sweet, and to hear that her husband opened a restaurant in her name is so touching. Next time we’re in town, we’ll have to go there. Also, the story about setting Jane’s thumb reminds me of my broken wrist at Lake Garda. Ouch!
Hey Matt, yeah, that’s the norm not just here but in all of Europe. Whole different mindset regarding pain and pain killers. They have no strong pain meds for after an operation for example. Just OTC stuff. And for setting a bone, I guess they figure you can take it for a short time. I tend to disagree, but 🤷♀️
As usual, I have absolutely nothing to say, other than to thank you for posting and tell you how much I enjoy reading. I had an older gentleman on one of our painting trips who fell on a trail in Sestri and broke both bones of his wrist. We also had to navigate the system in Chiavari, and they set his wrist without anesthesia – gruesome!!