Driving through Austria and a Meal in Mittenwald
Harvesting Grapes with the Parents
An Italian Market and Unexpected Detours
Taking a fall may seem like no big deal for a healthy 28 year old, but I was 16-weeks pregnant at the time. My first instinct was to protect my stomach, so as I went down I let my plate of food fly in every which way and grabbed my tummy, landing pretty hard on my “bad” knee. (I had surgery on it several years ago.)While I was still on the floor, startled from falling, I looked around, assuming someone would be there to help me stand up.
The place was jam packed, but not a single person offered me any help. I was baffled and in pain (my knee hurt a lot). I looked to the mess I made with my uneaten breakfast and saw a Royal Caribbean worker cleaning up my food just feet away from me…she didn’t bother to even ask if I was okay. In fact, nobody did. My mom was on the other side of the huge room and heard me go down (pretty sure I yelped or screamed a little) and rushed over to help me. She also couldn’t believe that nobody offered any help. After I got up we found a head employee and told him what happened. He was appalled that his employees practically walked over me instead of helping.
|I have big calves to begin with, but it was pretty swollen and you can kinda see right where I landed on it—there’s a vertical red mark just above the scar line. I also took a picture of the X-Ray machine…because, why not?|
The staff in the ships medical facility were all so helpful. They wanted to do X-rays just to make sure everything was fine with my knee (it was just horribly bruised and sore), and they had me do a pee test to make sure there wasn’t any blood in the urine (meaning that the baby was in distress). The pee test came back clear, thank goodness; I was really, really sore for several days, but other than that I was good to go. I was definitely freaked out right after I fell, hoping I didn’t just ruin our vacation.
Luckily, we didn’t have much walking to do for our first excursion. My friend Monica went on the same cruise a couple months before us, so I picked her brain about what to do and what not to do. She said that the town of Bari looked just like any other Italian town, and since we’ve seen plenty of those, we decided to do go outside Bari.
We went on the “Leisurely Apulia” tour, which was basically a relaxing way to see the countryside around Bari. The tour included a stop at a local Trulli farmhouse and a “light snack.” After my eventful morning, this is just what I needed. A “trullo,” I learned, is a dry stone hut typically used as shelter for farmers, but also as homes. These nifty buildings are scattered all around the area in little clusters; I couldn’t wait to see inside!
Our little snack was tastier than it looks. The olives were fresh and perfectly salty, the cheese was so divine that I bought some right then and there—same with those ring-shaped cookies, and the sips of wine I tasted were refreshing on such a warm day.
Not pictured is some authentic Pugliese Focaccia I snagged just as we were leaving. It was made in a brick oven (above) and it practically melted in my mouth. It was simply delicious and I wish it was ready right when we got there so I could’ve enjoyed more.