A little sore

Marco has recently completed a sailing course and received his first level sailing license. Last night a Caribbean themed party was held in Prato to celebrate. We traveled to Prato together on the moto and although it was a little chilly, the stars were out and my heart felt open and light. Before attending the party we had un appertivo at a rustic locale in the historical centre of Prato and exchanged in depth discussions about the week. It was an enjoyable night.

Today is Sunday and traditionally I start my day with mass at Il Duomo; but after awaking to the sound of church bells and pouring my first cafe I'm heading back to bed to rest and read, because after my fall * a few days ago today my neck feels a little stiff and the right side of my spine and scapula are sore. Hopefully this afternoon I'll be feeling better and able to catch up with Manuela to see and an art show at Scandicci and attend "Taste". A food and wine festival at Stazione Leopold.

* It was a classic example of me having my head in the clouds. As I descended the stairs directly in front of my apartment, I fell face and chest down onto the cobblestone pavement. Fortunately I had my right hand in my coat pocket otherwise I would have fractured my wrist. My right chest took most of the impact and momentarily it felt like I'd tamponaded my lungs. The pain was severe and I couldn't breathe. When I took my first breathe the sensation of the cold air entering my lungs caused pleuritic sharp pain. As always I was quick to reassure the concerned bystanders that had started to gather around me and after about 5-8 minutes I felt my stamina return and I quickly exited the scene and rushed off to meet Sabine to attend the screening of a French film at Piazza Organissanti.