SPOUSAL COMMUNICATION
Part II
(Ladies, please skip to the next entry. This is for men only.)
Sure enough, in the morning it was raining. She arose around 9 and after having her coffee she said "lets go to the winery". I replied "sure" and we loaded into the car.
I must regress here a moment. While waiting for the rental car van at the airport in Rome, every time a limo would pull up she would say "is that for me". Remember, I had just chauffeured her for 3 weeks around Turkey. When we arrive at the rental car company and asked for her license to put her on the contract I am told, "I don't know why,you never let me drive". So, I decided she could chauffer my ass around Tuscany for two weeks.
Back to the moment.
We run through the rain and jump in the car. She starts the car and then says, "I don't want to go anywhere in this rain".
I think, but do not say, "any chance that could have been figured out before we ran through the rain."
"Ok honey" I reply "whatever you want." And we dash back through the rain to the apartment.
The rain stopped about noon, the time we would have arrived in Chianti, and she says "lets go to town for pizza". Ok and we jump in the car and she drives us away.
We find that, though the restaurants in Monte San Savino are open for lunch, you can not get pizza until after 5 PM this time of year. We tried every place including the truck stop and got the same reply. So we head back up the hill for home for plan C but, at the last minute, decided to try a restaurant close to home out in the country that we have never visited. She goes in to see if they are open, comes back out and signals they are open.
It is a very nice place with a great view and we set down at a table. Only one other couple are in this rural restaurant.
"Did you ask if they are serving pizza" I ask? "Well she handed me the whole menu so they must be" she replies.
So I am thinking to myself, "we have been to every damn restaurant in town looking for pizza, they all say no, and you don't bother to ask if they are serving pizza." Which is all she wanted to eat.
When the waitress arrives I ask, "are you serving pizza"? "No, not until after 5 PM." Why am I not surprised, but she is.
I see this all ending badly. I am amazed that despite the fact I am yelling inside I say nothing. Men, you know what I am talking about.
This could have all ended on a very bad marital note. However, we ordered pasta, instead of pizza. What saved the day was the service was impeccable, the view magnificent, and the pasta, some of the best either of us has ever tasted!!!! All was forgotten when the meal was served. Great pasta, good wine, sunshine and a wonderful view saved our marital bless one more time!
We left holding hands and me behind the wheel again.
Thank you Podere Pendolino, Ristorante-Pizzeria-B&B.
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