Last week we covered international relationships and small wars that were happening in the German language school I was attending. Italians and French versus Americans, Greeks, and English and on and on. And we also wondered how this 18 year old Italian goddess with wild red hair somehow got interested in an American 14 year old boy … er … guy, who had a total crush on her. Where it all really began was on the second day of classes after a week of orientation. Rita and I were in the same morning class and before the instructor came in, she came over to my desk and stood looking at me, but I hadn’t noticed yet. My head was buried in a book. Everyone knows you can get a feeling that someone is watching you when you are involved doing something else. I suddenly got that feeling and when I looked up into Rita’s beautiful face, it felt like all the wiring in my brain got crossed. I must have had the dumbest look on my face because she giggled a bit, smiled and looked down, and then asked me, “Do you have an extra pencil?” She spoke a smattering of English so I know exactly what she said – and it was said with that magical Italian accent. Neither of us had learned that much German yet, although I had taken classes in the states before coming over. I also didn’t know Italian except for one word, ‘putana’, and I knew not to use that word. Problem was, at that very moment, I totally forgot how to speak English, or any other language for that matter. I just stared at her and handed her my only pencil and said, “Blubbett erfiya durst,” which meant absolutely nothing. She said, “Thank you,” and walked back across the room to her desk, sat down, looked up and smiled at me.
I must have had the dumbest look on my face because my brother, who was sitting in the desk next to mine, leaned over and said, “Close your mouth. You look like a moron.” I quickly looked down at my shirt to see if I had accidentally drooled on myself. Thank goodness I hadn’t. I looked up at Rita again and she was involved in conversation with the girl sitting next to her. She quickly shot me a smiling glance and I think I returned some form of a crooked smile just as the instructor walked into the room. I was totally worthless during class. It took all 2 hours to recover my senses. When class was over, I was standing at my desk gathering my books when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turned and there she was again. She handed me my pencil and said, “Thank you,” and walked back to her pack of Italian girlfriends who all looked at me and giggled. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the class into the hallway and said, “You need some quick lessons on how to not look stupid when a girl is talking to you.” We went up to our room upstairs which was this huge military barracks style room with 10 beds lining one wall with lockers on the other. We had a 3 hour break before the next class so my brother suggested we go into town for lunch and a beer. A beer? How do you drink just one beer when you’ve never had that freedom before? Next week … how my brother and I accidentally missed afternoon classes.
NEXT WEEK – Where did my brother and I end up after lunch?
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