U na couple of American friends, he and she came to spend a few days in Italy. Too bad the weather has shown how a landscape rather than British, low clouds and water all the time.
The other day, however, the sky opened and the couple left for the Cinque Terre with a rental car. I lent them my GPS and I gave a few tips on how to move through the villages overlooking the sea.
Three hours after seeing them from Milan I will ring the phone. I see the U.S. number and I guess that just arrived.
course not. He's my friend tells me a problem. They have a wrong turn and ended up on a country road where they promptly stuck. They are cultivated in terraces on a hill top in Liguria and do not know how to get out.
My friend hands me the phone a farmer who has just arrived on the spot. This gentleman tells me that it is unthinkable to call a tow truck, and it says it will do everything possible to get a tractor on site.
For two hours, feel my friends and I wonder how it turned out.
Then I get a phone call from them, where they finally arrived and are giving a glass of wine.
Waiting for the tractor, some farmers have tried to push the car but was unsuccessful. One of them, the youngest, spoke even a little 'in English. Then came the tractor in a few minutes and reported the car bogged down in the street.
When my friend tried to put in the hands of the farmer 50 Euro, this has made a step back and flatly refused to take any money.
It's just a small story about a generous gesture, but these dark times does a lot 'of light.
0 comments:
Post a Comment