My brother and I were people watching and drinking Bellinis at the bar seen in the picture next to the entrance to the Hotel Rialto. After drinking a couple of Bellinis we decided it was time to head to our hotel and pack up our bags in preparation for an early train to Rome. As I stepped out of the bar, I didn’t pay attention to the uneven pavers and landed on the ground with a very bad sprained ankle. My brother says that I yelled out a curse word in Spanish (also used in Italian!) so loud that it still resonates throughout the entire city. As I sat on the ground holding my ankle and fighting back tears, a waiter from the bar came out and asked me: Signora, si ha fatto male? (Madam, did you hurt yourself?) I looked at him speechless as I attempted to stand up. I hobbled to our B & B and slept with my foot elevated. We proceeded with our itinerary but I had to ice and elevate my injured ankle for the entire two weeks we were in Italy.
No more Bellinis for me!