Vicenza

Drove about an hour on the coach. The guide was saying you lose so much body salts through sweating in this heat that drinking water only rehydrates you and it’s also essential to replace the salts with isotonic drinks etc. A couple of hours later, with the sweat running down my face like a waterfall I began to feel very strange ( yes I know, no change there then!) so I had a red bull to put me on until I found a supermarket and got an isotonic drink. Soon after I began to feel ok again. But my travelling companion suggested I only felt ill because the guide talked about it and even muttered something along the lines of she can see where Rowena gets it from! My guess is she meant good looks and charm.
Vicenza has lots of museums and they gave us a free pass. We did go in a few but went in as many bars in order to assist hydration.
The hotel dining room was fully booked tonight but we’d already decided to try somewhere else after last nights food wrestling when the music stops. We went to Giorgio’s trattoria. What could go wrong with a name like that? Well, we were the only non Italians there and the menus were only in Italian. Also, only one member of staff spoke any appreciable English. So ordering was done with the help of our phrase book and a lot of gesticulating! It essentially worked in that neither of us was served with haggis. Mum went for spaghetti carbonara. I got a steak as they are always good in Italian restaurants. But when she asked if medium was ok I agreed, forgetting that by medium they mean only just dead.To obtain what we mean by medium you have to ask for very well done! So I ate most of it even though it kept trying to crawl off the plate and was calling for it’s mama but it was rather squelchy. Overall it was a nice meal and I got some of that lovely red beer with it.