My wee little bit of exploring yesterday took me, after the museum I already mentioned, to Piazza del Popolo and then to Piazza Navona. Many people might say I should drop the "a" and go stuff my face with pizza instead, but I already did that the day I arrived and I'm good for now. Therefore, Piazza wins over pizza and here come some photos:
Piazza del Popolo
Today, I'm probably going to try to make it back to Piazza Navona a little later in the evening, to hang out with a friend's friend. Why "try," you ask? Because of my feet.
I'm going to tell you what's going on with my feet now, so if you want to avoid reading this terribly gross and cringe-inducing information, skip it by scrolling down to the picture of the adorable kitten showing you its tiny blister-free paw.
Okay, you've been warned.
I re-bandaged my toes this morning and then the only thing not yet taken care of were the two giganto-blisters on the soles of my feet. So I put my flippy-floppies back on and hobbled to a pharmacy in order to buy special bandaids. I got them, I put them on right there in the pharmacy, I immediately felt better and walked more easily. Yes, walked. No more hobbling.
About a block and a half from the pharmacy, a thing happened that is indubitably and inarguably one of the most frightening and at the same time disgusting things that have ever happened to me. Ever!
I'm cringing just thinking about it... brrr.
The blister on my right foot burst. I madea step forward, you know, as you do when you're walking, and it just burst. I can't have, not really, but I swear I heard it. I definitely felt it and that would have been bad enough, but I'm really convinced I heard it, too, and whether that's just in my head or not, it makes it worse.
The kitten is right there, you're not less of a man/woman/undisclosed if you skip ahead.
I heard/felt a "plop" and then I felt wetness. Immediately, everywhere. By everywhere I mean all the way up to my ankle. My fricking ankle! How the hell does that even happen, you ask? Because the thing burst towards the side of my foot and in stepping on the ground, the blister-liquid was pushed upwards. I was going to call it blister-juice, but the mere thought made me gag. Oh great, now I did it. Urgh...
I told you this would be horrible, eh, you can still scroll down to the kitten!
I got out a tissue and dried my foot and my jeans (yeah, I know) and my flip flop and then kept on walking. Because, I told you, it's what I do. I was back to half hobbling, though. Not because of pain, because it actually hurt a little less then, but because from that moment on everything I did was overshadowed and permeated and also tinted with the fear of the same thing happening on the other, the left, foot.
Which it did, half an hour later.
Seriously, this sucks.
But I'm done now. So here's the kitten:
I'm going back to Vienna tomorrow so I really only have another day and a half to make it through before I'm back in a place where I've seen most things of interest and won't have any reason to walk around all day every day - rest for my feet.