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.”
“There aren’t 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.”
Stay tuned; next week I’ll address the driving in Italy, which deserves a blog of its own. And subscribe so you get to visit Joniopolis every week!