This past May, Matt and I were able to go and photograph a wedding in Italy |Check out the wedding here|
After the wedding, we took a few weeks to tour around.
We had travelled all around Italy (from, Rome-Sienna, Venice, Florence) and now we were in Milan. We had exhausted ourselves from all the touring previous cities we had seen. We were slowing down a little bit in Milan.
What a beautiful city. We stayed at a luxe Venice hotel. It was beautiful, with a wonderful breakfast in the mornings.
We sat down in the breakfast room for the breakfast buffet. Many other guests were there also enjoying the feast.
We had eaten. Lots. We drank fresh orange and apple juice. Lots.
After breakfast I went to use the washroom facilities. After all, God ‘blessed’ me with a teeny tiny bladder.
I walked into the washrooms- 3 stalls. I picked the far left. The stall walls and door went from ceiling to the floor.
Once it was time to leave the bathroom stall, I turned the door handle and the door didn’t open. I pushed on the door whilst turning the door knob… the door didn’t open. I pulled and pushed aggressively, turning the door handle back and forth.. the door refused to open.
A little panic entered my heart. I kept trying over and over to get out of this bathroom stall. My heart was pounding, the idea of being trapped is not good for me. Like I have mentioned before, I have a very vivid imagination- would I die in here? Would the oxygen surrounding me run out? How embarrassing to be found dead in a bathroom stall.
10 minutes of being trapped go by.
I sit on the toilet with my head in my hands. I was stuck. In a bathroom. In Italy.
I couldn’t help but think to my self ‘is this because I snatched an apple and put it in my purse to eat later?‘ Karma.
I spend another 10 minutes trying to open the door.
Tears come to my eyes. Because I don’t like the feeling of being trapped and partly because of what I knew what I was going to do next.
My last resort. My last option.
‘MMMMAAAATTTTTT. MMMMMAAAAATTTT. MATT!!!!! MATT!!!! HELP ME!!! I’M STUCK!!!!! SAVE ME!!’
I start hammering the door with my fist… and kicking it with my foot.
Somebody had to hear me…. right??
25 minutes have gone by. 25 MINUTES!
My heart was sinking. I sit back down on the toilet, not sure what else to do…
Then finally I hear Matt’s voice… ‘Kari?? are you STILL in there?’
‘Matthew, I am stuck. I am stuck in the bathroom stall!!! There is no way to get out. I think its because of the apple I took.’ Panic and relief was in my voice. It was a little shakey.
Matt- ‘Huh? What apple? You’re stuck? How? Just open the door.’
I am still flustered, I am shaking the door handle, pushing the door and pulling it, and I reply ‘ I have been trying to open this door for the past 20 minutes. There is no way for me to get….. ‘
And then thats when it opened.
I have no idea how it opened. But it did.
I came out to Matt and said ‘did you really not hear me screaming your name? Did you really not hear me pounding on the door with my fists and feet? Did you not wonder where I was for the past, like, forever?? I was scared Matt, verrryyy scared’
‘well, I did hear something but it was just a muffled noise… all the hotel guests heard it too, because I could see them looking around to see what the noise was. Sorry hun.”
Matt hugged me & kissed my forehead, I was feeling better.
I took that karma-evil-filled apple and set it down on the table we had eaten at. I couldn’t take the risk of taking it with us.
What even boggles my mind even more:
There were many guests drinking A LOT of tea, coffee, juice and water…. and not ONE of them had to pee in the past nearly 30 mintues. blows my mind.
| I had realized that I never posted any personal photos from our excursion in Italy, so here are some- its really tricky to narrow down all the photos for a blog post |
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