On My Way To Tuscany: Part V
The car pulled up at the bottom of the stairs leading down from the castello. Waiting as I had been asked to do, I watched as the old tin-can of a tiny Italian car came to a stop at my feet. It was already over flowing with people. All young men, bright-eyed and laughing in the late morning heat. Looking quizzically at the car, I wondered where they expected me to sit? There was some jumbling and squirming and finally all the boys were piled into the back seat. The driver, a much older man well into his fifties, looked like he was taking a break from his day job as the subject of a Renaissance painting. He sat at the wheel and while patting the now empty seat next to him, he cheerfully yelled “Andiamo!”
Knowing full well that I was taking my life into my own hands, or putting it into the hands of this band of dark-haired laughing misfits in the back seat, I slid into the passenger’s seat and hoped for the best. It had been difficult to resist the beggings of that angelic face, and today I had finally given in.
I had been invited to go to a place called Camping.
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Tags: beach town, camping, Finale Ligure, summer
