Diary Thursday: Luca and the pie

The trip through Europe continues. Carolyn and I stayed with various host families along the way through an international non-profit. We basically did it for the free food. And the cute sons of the host families, like Luca, the oldest son of a sweet Italian family we stayed with outside of Rome.

Tuesday, July 11th, 1:52pm

I had told Luca that we’d be home around 7:30pm, and we were actually doing really well with time except we took the bus going the wrong direction and had to sit and wait and at the end of the line. Then, we got off at the wrong place entirely and walked along the road asking everyone who passed where the right street was, and no one knew, which meant we were really lost. After walking for a while and refusing a ride from some Italian guys that pulled up next to us, we were getting really worried. But then who should pull up but Luca! Our knight in a small white car of questionable make.

He drove us home, informing us that it would just be the three of us tonight because his parents and sister were gone. At first I was disappointed that there’d be no home cooked Italian meal like last night, but I don’t know what I was thinking – we had so much fun. First, we watched “Tremors” dubbed into Italian. Then two of Luca’s friends came over, they were nice and spoke English. We watched Ghostbusters in Italian and ate pie. Actually, only Carolyn and I ate the pie.

Then they took us to a pub and bought us drinks. The guy that spoke English told us that Luca has a girlfriend of 10-months and to “keep him a good boy.” Damn the girlfriend! Damn the girlfriend! After the pub, we went home and said goodnight to Luca (Damn the girlfriend!) Luca went to bed and then Carolyn and I ransacked the house looking for more pie. I hope Luca didn’t hear us tearing apart the kitchen (we really wanted that pie).