In Part 11, I moved the story along past the summer fling to Christmas time where my family was in Italy for the holidays. We finally arrived in Naples and I knew I was going to get to see Rita. One of my brothers and I made plans to sneak out the first night so I could go see Rita. However, we ran into a bit of a snag. Our parents decided to speed up our time in Naples so we could squeeze in a trip further south to Pompeii. That meant we were only going to be in Naples for one night. And to make matters worse, we ended up staying out late taking in all the attractions that would have been spread over two days and two nights. By the time we got back to the hotel and had dinner, it was close to 11:00 pm. Rita’s family didn’t have a phone of their own. The apartment building they lived in had a shared hallway phone. And it’s not like I could whip out my cell and make a quick call like you can now. Finally after my parents went to be in their room, my brother and I made our escape.
I’d like to point out that two American kids, a 14 and a 15 year old, really aren’t adept at putting together a good plan to get from one side of Naples to the other side … at midnight … in a foreign country … and neither of us spoke the language. We just thought that we’d hop on a bus and be merrily transported to the address that I would give the bus driver. Needless to say, when I tried to talk to the driver about where we were going, I heard probably the fastest stream of Italian cuss words ever spoken. I’m not sure if that had to do with the fact that we were Americans or that we couldn’t figure out the bus fare. After giving the driver a boatload of change (probably way too much though). We finally arrived (½ hour later) at Rita’s apartment building … close to midnight … everything was dark … and the front door to the building was locked. I told my brother I didn’t come all this way to fail and not see Rita, so I knocked on the door. No one came. I knocked louder. I waited and no one came. I banged on the door and waited. Still no one. So I banged on the door and yelled Rita’s name. Finally someone came. But it wasn’t who we wanted. Down the street … Uh oh … this is supposed to be a new paragraph. Parting is such sweet sorrow.
NEXT WEEK – How will I ever see you again?
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OF NOTEWORTHINESS – I was surprised at the number of followers, friends, enemies, and random people that chastised me for not telling the whole story about Rita. I’ve even been getting calls on my cell asking for the details. Really? Have you no imagination? Funny thing is … all of the requests came from people over 35. I had some readers under 25 tell me I did the right thing and they could figure it out. What does that say about youth?
Thanks for joining me. A pic of one of my favorite people is below. CYA next week.
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