“When life gives you twists and turns, chique yourself up in Italy!” – Barbara Conelli
Best I can tell, “chique” is the Italian equivalent of the French “chic.” So chique myself up in Italy is what I did. I don’t know where those two weeks went, but my stay at an Italian spa has definitely improved my mood.
I walked miles on cobblestone roads; drank gallons of Italian wine; met interesting people from all over the world (some crazier than me); enjoyed world-class pampering; and just loved being disconnected from the chaos. I eschewed television and news – no one was consulting me on the Iran deal or the Illinois budget anyway. Plus, my work email locked me out after five days – a clear message from the Universe.
The countryside was beautiful – it was like walking through a photograph. There is just something ethereal about walking on streets and stepping inside buildings that were built centuries ago. And sitting at a sidewalk cafe on those streets enjoying a glass of wine. Milan was incredible in so many ways – particularly in the “silver flats that I just had to have” kind of way. Yes, the Cathedral was incredible, too.
Other experiences not to be missed: Italians drive like maniacs and smoke like fiends, and the mosquitoes are the size of flying monkeys from Wizard of Oz, minus the cute little outfits.
Tomorrow, back to the “real” world. I am winding down from many loads of laundry with Tussock Jumper, a delightful little Pinot Noir sourced from the south of France.