Last week I gave you a peek into our family trip to Italy, and this week the peek widens.
After touring the Vatican, I decided to surprise the family with opera tickets. They were delighted.
“So, a crazy
person? I mean, you have no idea who this will be.”
that many crazy people,” I said. “I’m not worried.” I looked around and couldn’t
find anyone alone. We jumped into a cab and headed to the theatre. Hey, I thought,
technically the driver is on the street.
So I offered
him a ticket. Immediately he began enthusiastically singing, “No Problemo, No
Problemo, No Problemo--” (at which point Richie leaned around to give me an “I told
you so” glance).
By the time we arrived the driver
explained that he couldn’t stop working to join us. At least I think that’s what he said. But then
I don’t speak Italian. Maybe he said, “My family will never believe the carload
of crazy people I picked up today.”
next week I’ll address the driving in Italy, which deserves a blog of its own.
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