Postcards from Italy…Pisa, Luck and Love… – Yours Truly

Well before I continue, I feel I must warn my readers that this post contains both blood and slushiness, so if either turn your stomach, I promise not to be horribly offended if you decide to skip this post! When it’s merely an hour away by train, how can one resist going to gawp at a wonky tower and take token tourist photos? That’s right! We went to Pisa!

My top is vintage, as are the shorts (a cheap eBay find!) The tapestry bag was from a charity shop, and the headscarf from Brighton. My Sunglasses are H&M, and the nifty little fan? It was a much needed purchase on the day from one of the nearby stalls…the weather was SO humid!

I took quite literally hundreds of photos of our day in Pisa, including the mausoleum and the view from the top of the tower, but I’m afraid I’ve had to condense it down to just these few favourites! Such as Joshua being a bust…!

Or this gorgeous marble Goddess, who was surrounded by symbols of all of the star signs…

The Cathedral was breath-takingly beautiful, so incredibly ornate and intricate in its design, and a welcome cool-haven from the scorching midday heat!

I love this photo of a lion from the bottom of one of the pillars, though I can’t claim much skill behind it! My camera is just very clever!

It was such a wonderful day, doing the ‘tourist thing’ and eating our packed lunch (how British of us!) on the lawns surrounding these majestic looking buildings.
Oh, and for those of you who asked via my tumblr – here is an admittedly blurry shot of me on my bicycle, just prior to us riding off for our Pizzeria feast! I think it’s called a ‘Holland Style’ but I’m not sure if they’re still available for purchase (I’d love one!)

And now for the news, which could be considered slightly dramatic. On the evening of the 18th of July, (we were in Italy from the 13th-20th) Joshua and I were heading back to the Hotel after spending the day at a swim park in Cecina, when I was hit by a moped whilst crossing the road. Now whilst I don’t want to go on and on about the details, I feel I should perhaps say a little more than just that statement! First of all…I AM OK!! I am incredibly lucky that by some miracle I came away from quite a serious collision with what can only be described as minor injuries. The injuries I sustained included seven stitches in my right ear lobe, which was torn as I slide on my back/side along the road, a broken big toe on my left foot, various scrapes, cuts and bruises and a square inch or so at the back of my head that has been pretty much scalped…And I broke a nail! UH!!!

I appreciate these photos aren’t particularly ‘pretty vintage blah blah blah’ and at the time I wasn’t taking them with the blog in mind – they were to try and send home to our anxious parents. The whole experience (ambulance, A&E, CT scans, ultrasound scans, stitches etc) was terrifying despite the fact, that retrospectively I can state with complete sincerity that the care I received was incredible. What made it so scary, (probably aided by a huge dose of shock) was the huge language barrier that we faced at every point during the five hours we were in the hospital. It made things very ostracising. Also did you guys know this? Because I had no idea previously! Turns out when you go into shock, every muscle in your body contracts. This means that the next three or so days leave you feeling like you have done a ten hour work out….EVERYWHERE ON YOUR BODY! Add this to quite a heavy knock on your noggin and even lying in bed hurts! Gargggggh! My swollen minging ear the next day…
Like I said I’m much better now! Practically back to right! However…Thank goodness for this man!

It’s no secret to my readers how much I adore my man, and this whole escapade has only exacerbated those soppy old emotions of mine!
Thank you for describing everything I couldn’t see whilst laying in the neck brace (with just a ceiling view!) and was feeling utterly terrified. Thank you for holding my hand really tight as they anaesthetised and stitched up my ear. Thank you for point blank refusing to leave me to go and sit in the waiting room, despite several different nurses trying to insist upon it. Thank you for drying the tears which were on a perpetual stream. Thank you for continually reassuring me, singing to me, telling me I’m pretty and trying to make jokes, despite how worried you were too. Thank you for washing (ever so gently) the dried blood out of my hair for me the next morning. Thank you for going out and getting pizza and ice cream for me to eat in the hotel room the day before we flew home. Thank you for being there for me. And readers, fear not! This blogger is as a lot tougher than she looks! Prepare for some up-coming posts including a beautiful new Celia Birtwell dress and another blogger interview!