One of the sisters had this cute little Westie by the name of Cookie ( this Sister, the blonde, did not speak English) Cookie and I became instant friends.
Another dog came by, a black and white spaniel of some type. He had 2 white lines on either side of his snout. The woman stopped and they all started taking in Italian about the dogs...and in baby talk too. At this point, 1 young man ( with a fantastic head of black Italian hair)...and an older couple (that had to sit in the middle on either side) were stuck in this conversation all about dogs and taking a picture of the dog and that the spaniels name was Mr. Mustache.
The older man, with his big beer gut wrapped in a grey sweater looked like he was in some kind of hell being stuck in the middle of this group of women dog lovers...the head of hair had head phones on and kept to his computer , but it must have been amusing.
This went on for about 10 minutes. The dark haired sister from Rome would translate and I would add my cooing to the mix.
Also, on this ride, the dark haired sister quoted passages from Coleridge to me;
The Rime of The Ancient Mariner
http://www.bartleby.com/101/549.html
a poem my Father would have known and loved.
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