April 19, arrived in Rome, Italy for the trip of our dreams. Well, my dream, hubby didn’t want to go. On the 4th morning after our train ride to Naples headed to Pompeii, I fell backwards on the escalator doing back and sideways summersaults. I just couldn’t stop flipping when 4 men picked me up (253 pounds) and carried me with ease to the top. They set me down and walked off. If they weren’t heavenly angles, they were surely sent by God.
We had to fly home, but deep inside I’m so glad to be home healing.