Today when I emerged from my room about an hour later after a short but warm shower I felt much better. My hosts were already at work preparing dinner (their oldest son, his wife, their four-month old daughter, and dog are visiting today). Signore looked up from his stuffed roast and said "She lives." This made me smile as it reminds me of similar things that are said when I emerge from the basement at home. Although I was not and still am not particularly hungry, I still sat and ate a piece of apple bread (which Signora made sure to tell me was unsalted--I need to figure out this whole salted/unsalted bread thing) some more lemon tea, and, on orders from the dottore, a magical italian orange.
The son and his family have arrived. The baby has the cry of an older child, or perhaps she is crying in Italian and that is what sounds unfamiliar. The dog also seems to understand some Italian phrases that I don't, which is a bit insulting but not surprising. I have mixed feelings about this cold. My only outing so far has been a quick trip to the nearby Sunday market with Signora , but I think I would rather have a quiet Sunday that feels like a bit of a waste of a day than continue to feel lousy. Yet, I am actually thankful for this little cold, as it has reminded me to get some rest and to take care of myself.
Now it is raining and the wind blew my shutters shut. The trickle of rain and grey-blue light are providing perfect napping conditions, so I will take the hint.
