It’s yet another beautiful sunny day in Perugia. Every morning we are treated to a musical concert, performed by the talented Perugino birds. I am sad to leave. The cat who welcomed us on our first night at La Foresteria, comes to say good bye. I ask him to take good care of my father while I’m gone. On cue, he walks to Dad and rubs up against his trousers. I feel better knowing that my father will be looked after!
I need to get back to work and make some arrangements in the Netherlands. Mom hasn’t seen her daughter in over 3 weeks and is anxious to be with her. She’s been taking care of her elderly mother and wasn’t comfortable leaving her unattended. Now that I’m back, I can relieve her of her charge and book her on the earliest flight to Italy. Also, I’m happy she’ll be with Dad.
The journey, two trains, two buses and a plane ride, goes smoothly. I left Perugia at 9am and at 8pm I land at Schiphol. It’s been a long day ending on a warm welcome at the gate by Hege and Richard. At 9pm, I receive a text from Mar “Did you have a cheeseburger?”.
Before leaving to Italy, Mara bought a lottery ticket. Her reasoning makes perfect sense: “Paul, if there was a chance I got Leukemia, surely there is a chance I can win the lottery.” Gotta love her logic…Having checked the results, I must inform her that the odds of her getting this illness still outweigh those of hitting the jackpot.
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