The infamous couch

Last year, the boys got a wicked stomach bug and barfed all over Venice, but mainly all over the hotel. As a mother, I felt simultaneously sorry for my sons and horrified that they were throwing up on our hosts. The worst case being when Griffin barfed on the red velvet sofa in the hotel lounge.
Ouch.
Yuck.
The staff couldn't have been kinder, I swear, and despite my offerings to help clean up, or pay for any damage, they insisted there was no problem and then they miraculously made it look like nothing had ever happened to this beautiful fabric. I should have asked them for some cleaning tips to use back home on our own furniture, but I was preoccupied with following the boys around with towels and getting them up to bed.
2007: A look back at the beginning of the horror...the horror...


2008: We happily arrived to warm greetings, after which I confirmed that all of our stomachs were A-O.K.

We then bounded into the lounge to check on the couch and order two hot chocolates and one Bellini.
And they all stayed down.


As you can see, the red velvet is still looking bellisima. Whew.