A place to stay

And finally a little calm. I know I'm moving around in a landscape where I've been many times before, but I never expected to bump into people who are basically my family. Yesterday we found a bar in a small town and decided to have an espresso (and always a glass of water). As Tom ordered in his adorably American Italian I noticed the back of a head sitting by the window. It was a head full of dark wavy hair on top of a pair of broad shoulders dressed in a leather jacket.

I didn't connect immediately but felt I had to see his face, and when I did my heart stopped for a second. It was Bruno, one of my father's protégés from when I was little. He spent a lot of time a my family's house here in Toscana and always treated me well. I remember calling him Magli, as in the fashion designer, the way he looks now I don't think I would dare do it again.

He didn't recognize me at first but almost cried when I told him who I was, all the memories came back instantly. He offered us to come stay at his house, it was just what we needed. Tom is a little afraid but I've ensured him that everything is fine. It feels good being the one on top for a change.