I stayed at a family-run lake-side hotel I’ve been to before.
The alpine landscape couldn’t be more of a contrast to the prickly pears and palms of Lecce.
Fellow translator Liz popped over from Milan for the day and we had a lovely time drinking scenic spritzes, having a delicious Sunday lunch and even quite a long walk.
We spotted someone doing a bit of falconry.
The mixture of alpine landscape and Italian-flavoured lakeside never fails to please.
I awoke after a nightmare that something wasn’t quite right with Lottie’s passport and pulled it out for closer examination this morning.
Sure enough, the vet in Lecce had initialled but not stamped the box to say she’d been wormed and failed altogether to fill in the box to say that he’d examined her and she was healthy (though I have got away with that one before).
I tracked down the local vet and WhatsApped him. Luckily he got back to me pretty quickly to say he’ll see Lottie tomorrow morning.
2022 and all that 