Today, we drove to the ancient town of Matera. This beautiful hill-top city is layered with white stone buildings that are tucked into caves. The cobblestone streets are shiney from centuries of use, which is good, and bad.
The bad part is that Jim slipped and fell. His right leg bent under him as his left leg went forward. (No, I didn’t get a picture of him in this precarious position!) He was sure that he may have done lasting damage to his artificial knees. And because this was a few days before the end of our trip, we didn’t seek medical attention. Fortunately, he was able to walk, albeit slowly and with some pain. The next couple of days, we walked over 12,000 steps each day, and he was a trouper about seeing everything in the final cities of our trip. The plan was to see his orthopedist once we got home, unless he was in severe pain. The good news was that he was more uncomfortable than in pain.
So, we went back to Alberobello and relaxed at our hotel, sitting by the pool, and enjoying a nice dinner. We were hoping that he didn’t hurt himself too badly for the last few days of our trip.