Italian Lover

Part 1's

It was strange to think that this place was likely my homeland, Gina mused as she looked at the prosperous nature of Tuscany before her, when her car had already reached the top. But however, he did not feel any bond with such a beautiful place.

After parking her car by the side of the road, Gina again checked the wide-open map in the passenger seat next to her. If the estimate is correct, then a bunch of red clinked roofs and a single bell tower located a few kilometers away is Vernici. The city turned out to be smaller than he expected, though large enough to be able to offer a place to stay for several days of his visit to the place. But even though he was so close to his destination, he still doubted the plan he wanted to run. Twenty-five years is a long time. It could be that the Carandente family no longer lives in the area.

If that is the case, then I will forget all of this forever, Gina swore inwardly. But even so, at least he had visited parts of Europe that he had never seen so far.

The small town is surrounded by olive trees and almost medieval atmosphere, with a narrow street centered on a square. A car that suddenly emerged from one of the narrow streets would have hit Gina's car if she hadn't

slamming the steering wheel to avoid it. He only had one option, which was to hit a fragile barrier fence that indicated there was a road repair. As a result, the car stopped in a tilted position with the front tire sinking in a deep hole.

It was fortunate that he was wearing a seatbelt, so that he did not sustain any injuries other than the overwhelming shock, and that was enough to make him sit glued like a statue in a car for a few moments, while people began to come to watch, as soon as they heard the sound of the car brakes that squeaked sharply earlier.

Because Gina's Italian is not fluent, she cannot understand the comments of those who swarm her. So he only explained with sign language, until finally a man opened the car door from the side of the passenger seat and helped him crawl out of the vehicle, while trying to explain to Gina the purpose of his actions.

The only word Gina understood was the workshop. “Si, grazie, Signor!” sahut Gina thanked, while praying in his heart that the person really understood his words and wanted to help him call the workshop. He believes the car is impossible to drive if it has been pulled from the hole later. However, he hopes that his improvement can be

it went on quickly, without much trouble.

The man who had helped her had disappeared in the next street and left her leaning weakly against a nearby pole, waiting to be helped. It was already two o'clock more, but the heat of the air was almost the same as 12 o'clock this afternoon; the sleeveless cotton blouse she was wearing was already sticky on her back. Then an old woman greeted him

with a sympathetic tone. Assuming the woman asks if she is okay, Gina smiles and goes back to saying “Si, grazie. Inglese—I am English,” before the woman had time to ask more questions.

Before carrying out this mission I should have learned Italian until I could at least master and understand simple conversations, Gina thought regretfully, but now it was too late to be intelligent. He was already in Vernici, and seemed to have to stay there until his car was repaired and could be driven again.

After erecting his body, he walked around his car to observe the front bumper looking up, inwardly very worried. The tires of his car sped into the collision, while the side bump and the hood dented. Fortunately, the car is made in Italy, so it is certainly not difficult to find new parts, if needed.

But the carefree attitude the two mechanics showed made Gina dare to hope a little. One of them, who speaks little English, said his car might have to be shipped to Siena, or even to Florence to get new tires and bumpers. When he asked how long it would take, the mechanic raised both hands, a gesture that showed he did not know. Maybe a week, maybe even longer. Who knows? Not to mention the repair work. It might take another week. The fees? Again the mechanic raised his hand. It must have been expensive, Gina thought, and decided not to question it any further.

After rejecting their offer to board the truck and sit crammed between the two mechanics, Gina follows the vehicle on foot to a workshop. There he saw the only transport he had towed and placed in a corner to wait

turn corrected. Spare parts will be ordered soon, the young mechanic assured him. Meanwhile, he could provide a good place to stay for Gina.

Gina did not heed the proposal at all, especially since the man was unhesitatingly showing admiration for her body. For the first time, he turned his attention from his own car to the car that hit him earlier. The driver of the car was a woman, not a man, still young, and the car he was riding in was large in blue.

Dare not expect much, he described a good car

and the driver was to his two mechanic friends, and they immediately grinned as soon as they heard him. “Cotone,” said. “Go to San Cotone. Three kilometers from here,” continued the mechanic graciously while describing the floor plan on dusty land. “They are rich. Tell them to pay!”

Gina decided to do that. It has insurance coverage, but claims abroad are often difficult to

granted. The more he thought about it the angrier he got, his original purpose coming to

Vernici should be ruled out first for a while. It is now forced

living in this area because there are spoiled teenage girls who do not care about traffic rules and the lives of others. A careless word alone was still not enough to describe such an attitude!

Seriate…