Hubby used to work for a really large company that had businesses all over the world. He traveled to see the various managers and had a better relationship with some more than others. He has kept in touch with the Italian manager all these years and they meet up in various locations with the Italian’s new lady friend (this sounds kinky – it is not). Hubby met them in Ireland and showed them some sites…. we saw the manager a few years ago when we were in Pietra Santa. The bloke is very typically Italian. He is also very funny and from hearing the tales 2nd hand I feel I know him quite well.
There was his phase after his first divorce when his teenage son was having more sex than him. It seemed quite funny at the time.
Now, another divorce under his belt, his teenage son is in his mid 20s and quite a ‘Romeo’ so to speak. He lives in the apartment above his dad. So now, his dad watches his favourite history channel whilst hearing regular, erm rhythms from the floor upstairs – making him feel more ancient than he is (as if the interest in the History Channel would not be sufficient for such a revelation)…
Anyhow, Hubby told him we were in Venice and he suggested making the 3 hour drive to meet up for lunch. Hubby met him at the train station (about as far as a car can get here) and immediately the Italian wanted to get out of Venice. He had been as a child and that was enough. Claimed most Italians hate Venice and think it is a dirty, grotty place…. where the worst fishermen based themselves in the worst waters many years ago. That was certainly a different line than any of the tour books give you. He also claimed that all the food in Venice is so bad, he wouldn’t even give it to his dog – if he had a dog. He doesn’t. He has 2 ex-wives and a son having way more sex than him.
Anyhow they drove to another town and apparently had the most fabulous meal ever.