Over the last couple of days, I have had the good fortune to encounter several accomodating Italians. There was the taxi driver who chatted my ear off about how much he loves Chicago and Milwaukee and a very nice man who as he was exiting the train told me that "this train ends in Bergamo" in his best broken English. He made sure to tell me this as I thought I had accidently boarded the train to Porta Susa-Torino. Finally, there is my new host family. They were horrified at the thought that someone would actually host a traveler and not have toliet paper, soap or enough to eat.
So, the bottom line here is that my positive image of Italians and their hospitality has been renewed. It is amazing how one or two bad incidents can cause you to doubt.
Hey Lisa! I was getting worried for a minute - it seemed a black cloud was following you- glad to see it lifted and maybe now there will be some positive views on your travels. I think it's great you experienced that first host home - life isn't always open-arms and smiles but as I know you - you made it work and took something positive away from it. Not toiliet paper, however!
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