Oh, the Weather Outside...

The forecast was correct. It’s snowing - not Maine snow, of course, but small, steady, fluffy flakes. Ruth says the Florentines are a little freaked out. She is very apologetic, as though the weather is something she could have, and should have, been able to fix.

It rarely snows here, and never in March.  Sue is feeling the best of the lot and is designated to make the Coca-Cola run asap. We’re pretty much surviving on sips of Coke at the moment. She’s just about ready to head out now and Ruth is explaining how to get out of the villa gate. Oh yes, it’s the real deal - ten feet high on a couple of iron tracks and you need a key - not a wimpy, little thing from Schlage but a key like Quasimodo would have had to keep people out of the belfry.You get the idea.

One of the gardeners is burning brush, so we have that aroma wafting through the house. Frankly, it’s better than the other smells we’ve endured for the past day. Un-be-live-able.

Sue's Italian SIM works beautifully, so she's updated Mike, and asked that he contact other interested parties to let them know that while we’re not 100%, we are alive, well, and thinking of having tee shirts printed that say, “I survived the plague in Fiesole”.

We’re swapping novels, since none of us has much ambition for anything more challenging than a who-dunnit. Fortunately, we all have a murder mystery with us. That must mean something but at the moment, I don't much care what.

I’m trying to keep up with the daily blog, even though I can’t post. It’s a good way to keep track of the day-by-day things that can slip past in the midst of a holiday, like sightseeing or food poisoning.

The forecast for the remainder of our stay is for rain, then snow the day we leave, followed by sun and warming weather.

 I guess we’ll just have to come back.