In Part 10, you found out about my great liquid lunch, my face-plant right in front of the Italian goddess, and how she snuck me back into school. But alas, I believe I have strayed from the original intent of the story. I became involved with the details of the catalyst that led to my wonderful travels which eventually led to me becoming a writer. But Rita was the incentive for me to try some unusual things to keep in touch with her. But now, I’m starting to get ahead of myself. So let’s just move the story along and say that by the time the school session ended and we all were about to leave, I was a different guy. Plus I was totally smitten with Rita. Duh. I believe the last day of school was rougher for me then for her. A few years after all of this drama, I began to realize that to Rita, this was just a summer fling. But to me … well … it was everything. But on that last day, we did make plans to write to each other at least once a week, and we knew we would see each other over Christmas. During the upcoming Christmas holiday, my family had already made plans to travel from our home in Germany to all the big tourist attractions in Italy. And that included the city that Rita lived in, Naples.
Back at home in Freiburg, it was actually good for both of us to carry on the correspondence because we were both writing in German. She didn’t write well in English, and I had learned a little Italian from her (my Gibberish was better than my Italian) but I couldn’t write a lick. So we did write weekly in German. That helped in school since I was in a German school. But that‘s a whole different story. Christmas time finally came and I was so excited I could hardly wait to hit the road. The wonderful thing about the Autobahn and Autostrada running from Germany thru Switzerland and into Italy was there were no speed limits. And my parents were intent on making good time. So 90 mph in the new Volvo was no problem. Of course we were being passed by Mercedes, BMWs, and even a few Ferraris doing about 120 – 150 but that was to be expected. It was a blast. We started in the northern Italian cities and eventually made our way down the western coast to Rome where we spent a few days including Christmas day. Our next destination was Naples. When we finally arrived … dang it. New paragraph time. You know the rules.
NEXT WEEK – Where are you?
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Thanks for joining me. A random pic is below for no reason what-so-ever.
DISCLAIMER – I had many followers, friends, enemies, and random people plead with me to not cut the Rita story short – to tell all the details. I’m a gentleman. I can’t do that. CYA next week.
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