There are moments in your life when you just have to recognize that you are a trouble magnet.
The pilgrims have confirmed that my magnet is particularly sucky.
Hands up how many other expats in Italy have had mass Madonna apparitions, polluted water healing slightly itchy skin and a lack of peeing causing people from all over the country and abroad to descend on their tiny slice of rural peace in such numbers that road is collapsing under them ?
Oh. So that would be just me then.
See what I mean about my oversized magnet ?
The backstory and links to further rants