BACK TO THE "ALTRO POSTO"

I hadn't been to my favourite bar, the Altro Posto, since becoming ill in October. Why? I'm not quite sure myself: maybe because I didn't want to think about the last time I was there, a couple of days before going into hospital. I didn't know what was wrong with me, was so weak that I could hardly walk and I was feeling very, very scared. Or maybe I didn't want to bump into a "friend" I used to see there, who, on that same day, had commented, "What if you've got an inoperable tumour?" When that thought has already entered your mind, along with many others, you do not wish to be reminded of it just when you're trying to convince yourself that there will be a positive outcome!

But this morning, with Rosa, I decided to put all that behind me and off we went to partake of their fresh fruit and ice cream "cups". I'd forgotten just how good these are and I got a lovely welcome from the bar staff. Of course, ice cream calories, like chip calories, definitely do not count when you are out!