We have been traveling through #Tuscany for 11 days and the experience has been, wildly rewarding; to put it mildly. We have known each other for over 8 yrs and have not done anything like this; just us; finding places, getting lost, using a map (that is an entire story).
I will be sharing our Tuscany experience in the coming posts, to share information, tips and the fun we had!
Prima: I was not singing or whistling. SO i am certain I did not set this up just to be in luck. Though to be fare to the Judases, I am known to speak to birds & cats.
Suddenly, my partner in travel & all sorts of drama says jumping dramatically
he is a tall handsome guy; so try to imagine the sense of drama
“oh, bird shit! bird shit!
ooooh, on your hat!
Stop, you have to take it off!
It will stink!
And you can get Salmonella from bird shit!”
I calmly ask him if he can just wipe it off? kindly. He kind of hops away from me, you know like “NEVER! that will not happen” kind of hop
I take our bottle of water from the bag I am carrying. He snatches the bottle from me. “give me that! we could get salmonella!”
“Just drop some on my napkin so I can wipe the hat?”
I am starting to loose it a little. Many years ago, I got salmonella from in-flight chicken dinner and that was not pretty. Apparently, in the throes of it, I asked the doctor to “help me send a note to my sister because I am dying”
“maybe you have to throw the hat away and buy a new one!” he says
I snatch the bottle, pour some water on a napkin, and wipe the hat. And back on the head it goes. It is freaking 30 degrees Celsius out in Rome! I would rather lie on the floor of the hotel loo for 10 hrs dealing with Salmonella that have that heat on the part of my head that covers my brain.
It took MINUTES
hours? for him to believe he could come near me & my hat without catching something. I mean, I was still walking and I seemed fine, right?
I am just hoping the wiping the hat with water doesn’t ruin my luck!
Did you ever hear that when a bird drops on you, you are in luck? Droppings from the bird means bird shit. Not diamonds, or saliva, or sperm or anything that exciting. Bird shit is’all.
I imagined that there could be some science behind this myth but after scouring the net this morning, I feel assured to declare this just another of those, “Myth or Fact” things that should come on the Myth or Fact? TV-program to put us all out of our misery.
I chose the USA today story, which is in no way scientific. It serves the purpose since I am not trying to prove anything right at this moment. My intention is to warn
brag & inform you that I will be becoming very rich, or loved, or happy or something really lucky. Shortly. More lucky than I have already been.
Because a bird actually shat on that beautiful hat you see on my head in the photo in which I am standing by the river Arno (Fiume Arno) in Florence (Firenze).