Barf-O-Rama!

We planned to make our way to a small medieval town called Civita, and before making our way to the bus we stopped at an enoteca for a glass of prosecco.

While we were sitting there enjoying the day, Jules suddenly started complaining that his tummy felt funny.

Before we knew it, his breakfast was all over the street. And me. Then Kim.
Luckily there were no other patrons there to get grossed out.

I was also truly thankful to the proprietor, who stepped right up to help clean it all up - and most importantly, to help Jules not feel so bad about making a big mess. He felt really bad about that.

Anyway, she got a big bucket of water and washed it all down the drain and told him that everything was ok. What a saint.

I told Jules that it was ok that he got barf on me. It was just payback, because when I was his age I barfed all over my Step-Dad, Jimbo. I really did. And I really remember it. I felt bad about it, too.

Well that got a chuckle out of him and we made our way back to the apartment for a relaxing afternoon.

We really weren't sure what made him sick, but after sleeping for a couple of hours he woke up feeling like new!

What a trooper.