My father turned 70 in November last year. Normal people who turn 70 perhaps sit back with a good book and a whiskey. My dad isn’t normal (he still likes a good whiskey though), and neither is my mom. Her idea of what her dear husband should do (or rather what he is entitled to) as he strolls into his golden age, is to go on a trip with his beloved daughters and do what he loves most – eat good food, drink nice wine, and ride horses. Said and done, mom searched the Internet for the perfect place and found Centro Ippico La Somma, a small agriturismo place in Umbria, Italia and paid for an all inclusive 4 day stay there. Yes, I have the mother of all mothers.
Back in November, neither of us could of course imagine that I would break both of my legs in an avalanche. And even when I did, it never even once occurred to me that I would not be rehabilitated by end of May. Until end of May approached at the speed of light and I was still hopping around on my crutches. But of course I couldn’t resist tagging along anyway. L’Italia é l’Italia (as Martin would have put it), and I hadn’t been there since I was three years old. It was about damn time! I didn’t expect to be able to ride, but if nothing else I could always indulge in an orgy of cheese, pasta and wine. So off we went, me and my crutches, my famously insane sisters and my phenomenal dad.
Luckily, we couldn’t find a cheap flight that fitted the dates for the horse trip, so we had to do Rome. We didn’t manage to do all the to-do-things, but I think we got our fair share.
We got to see giant marble men with very ungiant family jewels and tickle their feet.
We got to create our own halo and make funny faces in serious places.
My crutches magically got us all passe the entire line at Colosseum in 20 minutes, and me to get in for free (did you know that 5000 (!!!) animals died in that colossal place during the inaguration ceremony?).
We got to throw coins and pray for la dolce vita, and see a whole lot of extremely old stuff.
And of course, we got to eat, drink and just in general enjoy.
Finally, we got to see where a Capuchin munk went bananas and filled a whole crypt with art made of human skeletons. The photo is shit, but look closely – everything is bone.
After that, it felt like we had done Rome right, and jumped on the train to Spoleto. But I think I will leave that for later.