Although we were not scheduled to meet Luisa at the bank until 11:00 o’clock, we arrived in Marsciano early the next morning to wander around town. As soon-to-be home-owner and part time residents, we looked at everything from a new perspective. Marsciano was going to be our home town, where we would attend community events, the weekly market, shop, dine in restaurants and make new friends. As we did with Johannes, we parked the car near the community elevator and took the lift up to the historic center. We acknowledged passerby when our eyes met and bid them Bouna giornata; a Good day. We window-shopped at the boutiques on the Corso Umberto, somewhat surprised at the high quality merchandise for sale in such a humble village. …show more content…
I felt as if we were in a charming Italian movie. How could this possibly be real? Our lunch was more delicious than the first time we dined at this restaurant and our conversation was more spirited. We vowed to take Italian lessons as soon as we returned to California. Instead of relinquishing Power of Attorney to Casambiente, Vince was bound and determined to attend the Deed Signing ceremony in Perugia in May which meant that he would sign on my behalf so that I could accumulate my vacation time until the Fall, when we planned to furnish the apartment and move in. I asked Vince to paint each room, acquire a bed, a table and chairs while he was there, so that when I arrived in September the apartment was spic-and-span clean and we had a place to sleep and eat. It was gently raining and already dark when we arrived at the front door of B&B Garibaldi in the early evening. Vince inserted the key into the front door lock, when much to his surprise, he felt the key snap in two as he turned it to unlock the door, leaving the stem in the keyhole. “Oh great! Now what do we do?” Vince said as he pulled the remaining part of the key out of the lock and looked at it bewildered in his hand. “I don’t know” I answered. “David emphatically asked us not to ring the doorbell because his grandmother was always asleep. Let’s try knocking on the door or calling his name. I believe that’s his balcony.” “I’m not going to yell out his name in the street” Vince
I then knock loudly on Mr H's door so that he is aware of my prescence and await his reply, he called for me to 'come in'. On entering the room I
“ Father , what do you think this house was used for ? ” I asked in a hushed voice
head to the hotel we was staying at. The town was nice and we saw some beautiful things, we
“It’s ridiculous we haven’t made an effort to visit each other,” he says. I nod, and a dangerous desire to fall into his arms overcomes me, inappropriate under the circumstances. So as a substitute, I drink the rest of my water. He proposes to show me the guest house, and takes my hand. We walk through the dining room to the kitchen. The décor of each room has the influence of the Arts and Crafts style of William Morris with Trellis wallpaper, and oak furniture with wood inlay and brass.
We tried to remain imperturbable, but we were overwhelmed with all the glorious architectures, festivities, and traditions of San Jose, Costa Rica. Later, we arrived to the periphery part of the city, where are new, utilitarian abode for the week awaited.
“Why does the mailbox have to be so far?” Zuri thinks to herself as she turns the corner of North Broadview Avenue and Red Wood Road. As she rounds the corner she looks up only in time to see a white Lincoln town car barreling towards her and barely manages to jump backwards as it screeches to a stop right where she had been standing a few second ago. A tall, young black man hops out of the car and walks over to Zuri asking “Are you all right?” as he reaches out his hand to help her up. “Yeah I think so.” She replies as she gets up and dust herself off and looks around for her keys. “What you looking for?” the young man asks. “My keys I lost them when I jumped out of the way” she tells the young man as she continues to search for the keys.
Every evening Lilia and her parents have dinner with Mr. Pirzada. Lilia says he’s going to her house to eat dinner and watch the evening news. It prepares the reader by letting them know why Mr. Pirzada will be at Lili’s house
‘If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you there and show you the floor, and what’s underneath it,’ David offered eventually. Bill accepted, and they walked back to the house.
Upon arrival, I made contact with the owner of the 141 Saloon who I know to be John Gruidl, bartender Charles “CR” Dobbs and CR’s girlfriend Elisheba Paraday. As I walked into the bar, John began to explain to me he could not find his keys this morning before leaving his residence. John advised he used a spare key he had at his residence to unlock the main bar door. John then showed me the door he discovered
“I’ll try to get in first,” he explained. “I’m on good terms with some of the residents here.” He knocked on the door a few times, and then began to call. “Dodi? Graverobber? Tessa? Anyone?”
The two walked for a little while longer until they reached her house. Clarisse saw her aunts and uncles together chatting it up in the parlor. She then left Montag at the front of the lawn and ran up to her door. Reaching the knob, with her fingers ever so slightly grazing the metal she remembered something. With a slight twist of her hair, she turned to look at him curiously, "Are you
At 11:25 hours the group took a break for exploration. The group entered the Vista House. In the Vista House I saw the unique stonework of the building, saw views of bridges and tunnels that are important to the area, and read information about commercial ventures such as road houses and hotels.
Saturday became a continuation of Friday. From the early hours of 8:00 A.M., the business phone calls continued. Employee issues, individual Make-up Bar location issues. Luna spoke to resolve separate and different problems with them all. However, with phone in ear she was not deterred from attending her planned outing to the Farmer’s Market in Englewood, she had planned with Mauricio, Stella and Sol. Between calls and emails she was treading through the crowd. Visiting the stands at times proved to be task. Between words Mauricio fed her samples of bread puddings and fresh brie’s and figs. At the wine stand she made no qualms about second helpings.
As I stepped out of the bus doors onto the streets of Madrid, Spain, I had eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. It is difficult to fathom the beauty of such a place. The tour guide spoke to us, however I did not process anything he said; I could only think about the difference between European and American culture. Cobblestone had replaced
Our next stop was Colosseum, where our driver Enriqo dropped us off. As we walked up the faded, brown steps, the smell of dirt hit me. People walked back and forth wondering if they get a better view, the dismantled artifacts below will somehow change. The grass below was musty brown, with a hint of faded green as if it was trying to stay alive. Outside near the Colosseum, Enriqo tells us that the Arch of Constantine stands as a historic reminder of Emperor Constantine 's defeat over Tyrant Maxentius. Back at the hotel, we had dinner on the roof overlooking a view of the ancient Vatican. The bartender soon realized that my mom and me were Filipino and delivered cocktails free of charge. I had my first alcoholic drink with my mom on the rooftop of my hotel, overlooking the Vatican. By this time the sun was setting, and the sky was a dark, ocean blue, fading into a sea of apricot orange.