An American In Rome
It has been a while since I was able to write my blog, this will be my first entry since September 25th. A few weeks ago I mentioned in my blog, "Outdoor Living in France & Italy" that I was heading out of the country on a very special tour of Paris, France and numerous towns in Italy. I planned to research outdoor living in Tuscany and Umbria and hoped to report back my findings, in fabric, furniture and style. I would be looking for outdoor pottery, outdoor furniture and outdoor fabrics, while soaking in the culture through out this beautiful region. I would be visiting the ceramic capital of the world Deruta, Italy and hoped to bring back some outdoor table tops.
Well life has a way of changing your well developed plans, and this was certainly one of those times. I left the states healthy and excited for a European Holiday. While in Paris, I thought I had the flu, but I did not let this stop me, I still visited all of the wonderful historical sites in town. I marveled at the colorful outdoor cafes and restaurants, yet wondered why we don’t have more of these in the United States.
Avenue des Champs-Élysées
Place De La Madeleine
Place De La Madeleine
We were in Paris for a few days, then flew to Italy our primary destination. This is where our plans drastically changed. Rather than enjoy an Italian Holiday in Rome, Venice, Tuscany & Umbria, I ended up seeing only the inside of the Fumicello airport and then was wisked away to a public hospital in a small town outside of Rome, Italy, near the airport, that clearly lacked the sanitary conditions of hospitals in the United States. No one spoke English at this Italian public hospital, the patients were treated like cattle, the doctors and nurses moved slow as molasses, even when faced with a patient in a critical condition. I spent nine hours in this public hospital, it took them seven hours to determine that I was in critical need of a blood transfusion, yet the hospital staff did not make any movement to treat me. Thankfully, my husband, with the help of family members and business associates stateside, contacted the United States Embassy in Rome and the Mormon missionaries stationed in Rome and our faith in human kindness was restored, when I was moved to a private Italian hospital and received the critical medical care that I needed. Needless to say this is the very short version, if you are interested in more details, please feel free to write to me firstname.lastname@example.org and I will be happy to share the experience. Before my Eurotrip, I had a complete physical along with a blood test and passed with flying colors, other than my 3 boys, I have never spent one day in a hospital, yet, I spent 6 days in the hospital in Rome, the doctors did not want me to travel home right away, so we did get to see some of Tuscany and Umbria. I will write about the outdoor living that I observed in this part of Italy in my next few blog entries so stay tuned.
This is my outside views…Marcia Blake