Day 1 in Italy……..

So yesterday was my first day waking in Italy….head banging from a sleepless night didn’t help….but am sure the day would get better. A gorgeous hotel, but no kettle in the room so no morning cuppa 😳…a weird feeling of confusion inside – confusion of time, of whereabouts, of missing routine….made a right mess in the shower as it’s all white, everything, even the radiators, so didn’t see I needed to pull the shower curtain round, thought it was simply a walk in…..🙈…hey ho……sometimes when things are wrong, the smiley faces and helpfulness of the staff can overcome even the most challenging moments and the staff here really are wonderful…

Molly was coming to take us for a drive into the mountains first thing – very exciting – so breakfast was at 7….more lovely friendly staff…..a myriad of strange morning treats to survey….good job tea isn’t as important these days as coffee is the order of the day in Italy, much to Sarahs delight, but boiling water for tea seems to be mystery to them……but as I say, good job tea isn’t an important ingredient anymore……But it was still the missing ingredient and meant I didn’t drink as much during the day…

The time flew over breakfast, with happy chats and observations….and in the blink of an eye it was time to meet Molly….and there she was waiting! We praised the staff and the talk Molly had given to them all….and apparenty the manager held a briefing with all staff stressing the importance of helping us……wonderful job that they listened and lots of good advice we can give them …….

We trundled along the windy roads with amazing views of sunlight on snow capped mountains – caught in a glimpse and missed by my camera……as we trundled Molly told us about the local community and the work she does with children from different communities within a stones throw of one another but with very different lifestyles…..children with gardens and central heating in one part and a few kilometres away, children who work and spend their summer chopping wood for the house fire in the winter……

Along the journey I’m trying to type, look and talk and look type and talk…..and say WOW! at every turn of a sharp corner

There are lots of older people who live alone high up in the mountains who come down to live in a centre in the winter and can bring their animals down with them ❤️

When we got to the top of the range we were in paradise…..

We stood in the silence….and were just in awe of the beauty around us……..a local adorable dog befriended us and walked all the way with us…..and then sat with us as we reached the other side…..

We trundle round the loop back to the beginning, giving Philly a chance to run up and down and then Molly rang her friend to see if her café person was open and it was……

We had a cuppa and a piece of home made cake before going outide to look at the tree house….once again stunning views

……before heading back down the valley…..with the little dog running behind the car…..he’d obviously had too much fun with us……❤️

We drove back down the valley with the views in reverse, Sarah taking piccies from one side and me the other…

…..and stopped off for lunch at the Refuge, which is their Care Home for people with dementia and other conditions……

it was much better than I thought, but so homely – no manicured lawns, no poshness, higglepggldy selection of chairs and a lovely garden to sit in………..very different from anything I’ve seen in this country.

We had lunch with 2 lovely ladies from the day centre, Gabriela and Albina….who were also going fishing …..

Molly spends lots of her time with people with dementia saying what they want to do and then finding businesses  for them to visit and assess them while doing that activity……

One such case was this afternoon and after lunch Philly and Sarah were going to join some of the residents fishing, Philly to use her sketch pad and Sarah to watch, but I opted out as my head was banging for some reason and I just needed to lie down and have a rest before the event this evening where I’d be in conversation with Neurologist Dr Ferndinando Schiavo……

Molly came to pick us up to take us into Polperino. We arrived to find lots of people arriving and taking their seats. The room was so beautiful .They had to get more seats as more arrived. I was introduced to my interpreter, who amazingly was my Twitter pal Eloisa!!!! So there were many hugs….The audience were made up of the general public and by the number attending, they must have publicised well.

After the dignitaries had said their bit we began. Marcello began with the words

The fight against dementia starts with words” and then I was introduced…

Obviously I wasn’t typing, I was just reading the questions we’d agreed on from my iPad,  but it seemed to go down very well

People were kind in their applause and some came up afterwards simply to say thank you. Italians aren’t used to hearing people with dementia speak in public, so it will hopefully have opened peoples minds….

Another wonderful day in this beautiful country……tomorrow is conference day….

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

19 thoughts on “Day 1 in Italy……..

  1. What a wonderful day, Wendy! All that amazing and beautiful scenery, and what a lovely room you were in. Such a fantastic achievement for you. Adorable photos, adorable little dog. Once again, thank you!

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  2. You are utterly amazing Wendy! Lesser women would have given up on the day after having little sleep and with a banging headache. I found a Tripadvisor review for the hotel we are staying in in the same area in April, which mentioned no kettles in the rooms. Maybe that’s the way of things in Italy? Glad you managed to find a cuppa and cake later in the day. x

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