A couple of weeks ago a guest was packing ready for departure and was unable to find one of his flip-flops. Together with his husband he was staying in our duplex Giardino Suite, the suite with the large private terrace that gives onto the lower lawn and overlooks the Chiascio valley. The guest was distraught, had searched high and low for this shoe that had been left together with its other half overnight outside on the lawn in front of the private terrace. It was nowhere to be found. Of course my dear dogs were questioned, not that Jenny or Bobby are partial to flip-flops they prefer real food, but nevertheless they had to be eliminated from the enquiry. Search and search we did, also coming to the unlikely conclusion that the shoe might just have already been packed!
We searched high and low and found nothing, all very strange a shoe nabber at Bellaugello? The remaining half pair was a very nice shoe, a very nice comfortable padded and expensive looking sandal but still I mean why take just half a pair it does not make sense? Who was responsible and where did they take the shoe? I was left with the feeling that the guys were convinced one of my dogs was Imelda Marco in disguise.
The following week another couple of guests again in the Giardino Suite. Half way through their stay they left a pair of flip-flops outside overnight, indeed they left two identical pairs, azure nice chic, and awoke to find only one pair. Again the dogs were interrogated, the team members and fellow guests and a huge search of garden, grounds and pool ensued… no shoes, a complete mystery.
This week again new guests, and being warned not to leave flip flops unattended overnight they have not been doing so. They have been sitting out late on their terrace in the cooler breeze watching the stars and taking in the utter peace and tranquillity that is the Bellaugello experience, when, the other night they saw something on the lawn, no, not a pile of flip flops, but a young fox. Master fox strode nimbly across the lawn, stopping in front of the terrace and had a good look round. It spotted said guests and still did not move, it merely raised its head as if to say ‘no flip flops to play with tonight’ had another look around then trotted off presumably in search of other toys.
I think we have finally solved the mystery of the disappearing footware.