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100 to the narrow and entirely wretched without the thermometer during very low? If you leave you will realize that Naples was no place for me with this kind of an illness. You then know what it means to be cold -- that ghastly sort of thing that can be so devastatingly disconcerting! Once again my good husband packed me -- temperature and all -- on the train, but this time Romeward bound. In Rome I was put to bed for two weeks. Two very dear friends on sabatical leave from the University, happened to be in Rome on the same pension we were at and they were a great consolation to us during our stay. It seemed rather hard to regain the strength I had lost and make a recovery but soon we were off again visiting Florence, Fresole, Milan and Venice en route to Switzerland. The course of the remainder of the trifling about the world was chartered from Switzerland onto France; then onward to Germany, from there to Holland and as the last lap before going home - England. Relative to the food and the stomach condition these months were fairly uneventful, if my memory may be relied upon. As I now recall there was only the one day on the train from Dijon to Paris - an all-day trip when I wasn't feeling very well. We had taken an international extra fare [train?] too and -- I think it was only stopped in Dijon by [being?] flagging focus. Extra fare or no extra fare, there were no empty seats. All the compartments were jammed to the
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100 to the narrow and entirely wretched without the thermometer during very low? If you leave you will realize that Naples was no place for me with this kind of an illness. You then know what it means to be cold -- that ghastly sort of thing that can be so devastatingly disconcerting! Once again my good husband packed me -- temperature and all -- on the train, but this time Romeward bound. In Rome I was put to bed for two weeks. Two very dear friends on sabatical leave from the University, happened to be in Rome on the same pension we were at and they were a great consolation to us during our stay. It seemed rather hard to regain the strength I had lost and make a recovery but soon we were off again visiting Florence, Fresole, Milan and Venice en route to Switzerland. The course of the remainder of the trifling about the world was chartered from Switzerland onto France; then onward to Germany, from there to Holland and as the last lap before going home - England. Relative to the food and the stomach condition these months were fairly uneventful, if my memory may be relied upon. As I now recall there was only the one day on the train from Dijon to Paris - an all-day trip when I wasn't feeling very well. We had taken an international extra fare [train?] too and -- I think it was only stopped in Dijon by [being?] flagging focus. Extra fare or no extra fare, there were no empty seats. All the compartments were jammed to the
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