Yes, this happened to me about 5 days ago. I let loose all my sorrows out in the open on the sidewalk while walking home one cold and rainy night. I didn't think anyone was around, so I thought it was "safe" to open up a few stuck doors. After a few wails I decided to pull over into an alleyway and finish the job right. Then, this sweet Italian girl appears and says "Che e' successo?" "What has happened?". I couldn't ignore her and keep crying like an idiot, so I stopped and began explaining a few things - some homesickness, fatigue, missing people, etc. She was clearly concerned about my welfare, and going out of her way to be kind, warm, and comforting. I really appreciated it (although I never did get in that good cry that I had been craving). We chatted awhile, exchanged numbers and emails, then said good night.
The next night she came over to my place with a bottle of delectable red dessert wine from near Naples. It was sweet and sparkling. She also brought a friend, whose birthday it was. We talked (mostly in Italian, mind you) for about an hour and a half. It was great. They invited me over to their place for dinner sometime, and that sometime is tonight at 8:30! (yes, they eat dinner late in Italy) I am wondering what the food will be.......probably pasta, maybe prosciutto or salami, maybe some bread and cheese, a little wine, hopefully some vegetables.
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