So many funny little things happen to us as we travel that is difficult to keep track of them. One of the oddest occurred when we stopped for lunch at a small trattoria in Castiglione di Sicilia...we had eaten there four years ago with my sister Lori and her husband Mike. When we arrived, the Mama said she remembered us (you never know...), and Papa came out with menus and to take our orders. We were the only people at Ristorante President that day...
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| we've got the place all to ourselves |
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| so cute ! |
Papa decided to have a running commentary - in Italian, of course - the entire time we were eating. That was ok, but as he was speaking, he kept touching my arm, then my back...before long, he was rubbing my shoulders..really Papa ? Where's mama ?? He told us he had a brother or son or someone in New York City...
As the meal progressed, Joe and I got more and more uncomfortable....we asked for the check, and Papa came out of the kitchen with a tray of desserts...when he left for a minute, I stuffed them into my purse so that we could make our escape....he followed us to the door, and brought me a cream puff wrapped in a napkin "for the trip"... he was a very sweet old man, but a bit too "friendly" for my likes !!
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| I know what you're up to, Papa !!! |
If I'm going to be anyone's little cream puff, it will be my own George Clooneys....
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