We discovered in Italy that Italians could be incredibly kind, and willing to really put themselves out for complete strangers. There was the time we took the train to Anguillara. We wanted to get a bus down to Lake Bracciano, so found the nearest ‘Tabachi’ which is where you buy your tickets.
On our way in a woman stepped back for us to go ahead of her. We started asking the lady in the shop, in bad Italian, for bus tickets … when the woman who had followed us in announced that she spoke a little English, and we didn’t need to buy tickets, because she had her car, and she was going down to the lake anyway because she lived there, and she would give us a lift. Which was great – especially when we discovered that it was a long, ugly, ribbon-development road – there was no sign of that on the map we’d consulted.
We waved her goodbye and had a great time at the lakeside and looking round the old part of the town. Then as we discovered we would have to wait a long time for a bus, we decided that we would walk back, hoping to be at a bus stop when the bus came along … it never works like that, does it? A couple of buses sailed by us when we were well and truly in the middle of bus-stops.
As we came up a hill, a car stopped in front of us. A lady got out. Guess who? Right! – the same one who had given us a lift down to the lake. Hop in, she said, or words to that effect – there’s still another 2 kilometers to go!
How kind was that? Such encounters make holidays special.
Anguillara, taken from bed-and-breakfast.it site