Rome to Lucca
Michael and I sit in Trattoria Gigi toasting our on time arrival in Lucca…and we made it Mike says, “By the hair of our chinny chin chin.”
I said, “By the skin of our teeth.”
You get the idea.
From Saturday morning to Tuesday afternoon I felt like a bubble–with no control–bouncing along during our trip from Wimberley… to Heather’s house… to DFW… to Heathrow… to Leonardo da Vinci Airport… to our limo… to Rome… to the Beehive Hotel… to the train station… to Pisa… to our limo… to Lucca…wondering when the bubble would burst and all our plans go awry.
I close my eyes and remember Michael’s raincoat billowing out behind him as he raced down the train track trying to find the first classsection of the train going from Rome to Pisa, with a young boy leading the way, saying, “HURRY! HURRY!”
Of course it did not do any good for them to hurry because it was impossible for me to run pulling forty pounds of suitcases; I did squeeze a lot into the small space allowed. Looking back the boy saw my dilemma and headed towards me. He took the suitcase. Running.
I ran…close at his heels…kind of.
In the grand scheme of things we really had allowed oursleves more than three minutes to catch the train. But somehow there was a muddle in the middle of all of the time changes once we arrived in Rome, with my phone saying local time was one thing and Mike saying local time was another based on info on the plane. I insisted my phone must be right—it was a computer. I was wrong. So instead of the anticipated boredom, standing around for an hour waiting for the train to Pisa, we had three minutes of heart stopping suspense.
Once Mike was seated, our young friend helped to stash our suitcases then turned to Mike with his hand out.
Mike gave him three euros.
He turned to me, hand out. Me…I had no euros.
I pointed to Mike intimating that he had the money not me.
Mike held up his hands is if to say no mas.
The boys hand remained stretched outward, palm up, not moving until Mike dug in his wallet and pulled out another ten euros. His help was worth way more than that–I believe he was wise enough to know it.