We were staying in the only hotel, there were two rooms available to rent - the third was sometimes occupied by the innkeeper. We happened to be the only guests staying over the weekend. If I recall, the innkeeper wasn't even there that evening. After we unloaded our bags in the room, we walked around, which took all of 5 minutes from one end of town to the other (including stops to take pictures). It was neat as it was so empty, it really was a dying city - it was one of those, almost mind blowing things - to walk around and imagine what it was like when it was a bustling city full of people.
When evening came, we had dinner at the Inn. We hadn't stocked up on food for our daughter, which we hadn't anticipated being a problem. She had just started on solids 1 month prior to the trip, so we were finding things like apple sauce, cooked carrots, and some other fruits I can't recall in detail this many years later. We settled in for dinner and I remember that they didn't have much food for us. Thankfully they had some carrots and they cooked those up for our baby girl. The girl working at the Inn was very sweet, she was enamored with our baby. She was limited in her english, and we were limited in our Italian... so when she asked if she could hold our daughter, we thought...okay, it's apparent that babies aren't common around these parts and her enthusiasm over our daughter was sweet - sure, here you go...
Then my mommy panic set in as this person I didn't know, rushed around the corner, out of sight with our kid. Pete jumped up and followed her into the kitchen to find that she was showing another girl our daughter. Pete was taking a while, so I got up and found them all in the kitchen. I think my hubby was trying not to be rude, and they were just enjoying the heck out of her, playing with her and trying to make her laugh. I wasn't comfortable with our daughter being taken out of our sight, so we took her back and finished our meal quickly as at that point, my protective mama bear instincts were a bit alarmed and I was faulting myself for handing my kid to a complete stranger.
Now, there was no harm in what happened, and I'm sure these girls were very nice. I just wasn't okay with someone running away with my kid. Even though we were in this tiny dying city, my mama instinct was telling myself I shouldn't have let a random person hold my kid. I will always remember that feeling. It wasn't a good one.
We finished up our meal, and the girl who'd been serving us told us that she lives in Bagnoregio (on the other side of the footbridge) and that she and her friend would be leaving to go home soon. She asked if we needed anything more.
We headed up to our room and realized that we were pretty much alone in this city. We heard a few people in the square as we put our daughter to bed, but eventually they all took the foot bridge back out of the town and all was quiet. So. Quiet.
You could say I panicked. I realized that we might be the only people on this chunk of land, and I was freaking out. We had nothing to do. We had no food. My hubby and I started messing with settings on our SLR and taking freaky pics of ourselves - making us look almost like ghosts. We really had nothing else to do. We are night owls, and the night was quiet, we were alone, and we were bored as heck - limited to our room since our daughter was sleeping - and if we'd left the room, there wasn't anywhere to go...