Day 4: Bassano del Grappa

SICK DAY. Words replaced by coughs and sneezes. I thought I could resist but sleep pulled me down like a heavy vest, sinking into the void of weighted lids and a silk eye mask. It feels so good to give in when you know you need it, so why avoid it?

PS. Self-medicating with frutti di bosco is a noble effort, but it never works.