Romance on the Road
Just after graduating from college, I went to Europe for the
summer. It was in the 60s and I was on a tour part of the time.
In Milan, we visited a cameo factory to view how the jewelry is
made. I purchased a necklace for my goddaughter and struck up
a conversation with the owner's son. He asked me to dinner and
I accepted. When he came to pick me up that evening, he had a
pair of earrings as a gift for me. We drove around Milan in his
little sports car and I experienced the thrill of Italian
driving, ate real Milanese pizza and enjoyed myself tremendously.
He asked me to join him the next evening as well. But the
second night I sat in the hotel lobby for two hours waiting for
him and watching Italian television (which I did not
understand). He never showed up and I never heard from him. So
I have the memories of one lovely evening and a pair of
beautiful cameo earrings which I wear to this day.
Joette
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