Broken tooth…Italian dentist here I come!

Well, I started the trip on antibiotics. No drinking for thirteen days. The worst is over. Until last night when my tooth decided to crumble away. Oh no. So I asked my wonderful landlady if she had a suggestion.  It is Saturday. What kind of chance do I have. As it turns out, my Irish luck continues. Lucia tells me her dentist office will take me and she will escort me there. So Mike and I follow her about fifteen miles to the dentist. The assistant stabilizes what is left of my tooth after removing the loose part. And for this Saturday appointment charges me fifty euro. Too bad I can’t stay and have the crown done. What a deal! 


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