Gunter picks me up at Zurich airport and we whiz out of the city towards Austria, an hour and 1/2 away. The only stop he makes is to pick up a grilled chicken, a baguette, and a bottle of good red wine. Its raining like crazy but not cold, and when we arrive at his place we eat like starving children and drink wine out of Mason jars...he was miffed that he couldnt find the wine glasses...he usually drinks beer. After all this luscious finger-eating, we went up to my room...he had cleaned it and it was spotless (not so, last year) He brought up a pot of strong Italian coffee, threw open the sash windows to the rain, put on some Blues, and we caught up. I mentioned how glad I was that he was coming to America again this winter. Yes, I suppose you have lots of jobs for me to do at your place. I told him that he doesnt need to do jobs for me and he argued and outlined everything he did last year. I pointed our that he volunteered to do all that because he got bored when I had to work. Yada, yada....and he stops, gives me a beautiful smile and says, Isnt it nice, Share-girl, to be nipping at each others heels again?!
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 02:00:43 +0000
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