Hugo's eyebrow twitched when we approached. Francisco said something in French to Hugo. His eyes widened and asked me a question in French.
Francisco translated. "I told him you wanted the job. He wants to know if you've ever made a crepe."
I looked at Hugo and nodded. He laughed and handed me a rose. Before I could ask any more questions, he handed me an apron and a spoon. Then Hugo pointed at Francisco.
"He wants to know if you need me."
"Yes!" I said. "I need you to translate the orders."
Francisco nodded to Hugo and was also handed an apron. "He says I have to cook too."
So we both headed to the kitchen. Standing next to Francisco, mixing batter, well, everything just felt right.
1 MONTH LATER...
Like I said, the bakery was big and successful. In as little as a month, I had more money than I raised in America! But when I told Francisco it was time for me to move again, he got the saddest look in his eyes. I felt like the hole in my heart opened up again.
On the day my train was set to leave, Francisco said his goodbyes through tears. I couldn't do it.
"Francisco, use the money you got from the bakery to come to Italy with me! We could travel together!"
The light immediately returned to his eyes. "Ok!"
So we boarded the train, ready for anything and prepared for anything.
The whole train ride, I had a terrible stomachache. I tried to remember what I ate earlier. A crepe, some cafe con leche, some grapes, the grapes! Seeds don't sit well with me. I should have known better than to trust a man in the streets selling fruit out of a paper bag.
Finally, Francisco yelled out.
"The Tower! She is up ahead!"
"What tower?" I never did well in history in school.
"The Leaning Tower of Piza! We are in Italy!"
Francisco translated. "I told him you wanted the job. He wants to know if you've ever made a crepe."
I looked at Hugo and nodded. He laughed and handed me a rose. Before I could ask any more questions, he handed me an apron and a spoon. Then Hugo pointed at Francisco.
"He wants to know if you need me."
"Yes!" I said. "I need you to translate the orders."
Francisco nodded to Hugo and was also handed an apron. "He says I have to cook too."
So we both headed to the kitchen. Standing next to Francisco, mixing batter, well, everything just felt right.
1 MONTH LATER...
Like I said, the bakery was big and successful. In as little as a month, I had more money than I raised in America! But when I told Francisco it was time for me to move again, he got the saddest look in his eyes. I felt like the hole in my heart opened up again.
On the day my train was set to leave, Francisco said his goodbyes through tears. I couldn't do it.
"Francisco, use the money you got from the bakery to come to Italy with me! We could travel together!"
The light immediately returned to his eyes. "Ok!"
So we boarded the train, ready for anything and prepared for anything.
The whole train ride, I had a terrible stomachache. I tried to remember what I ate earlier. A crepe, some cafe con leche, some grapes, the grapes! Seeds don't sit well with me. I should have known better than to trust a man in the streets selling fruit out of a paper bag.
Finally, Francisco yelled out.
"The Tower! She is up ahead!"
"What tower?" I never did well in history in school.
"The Leaning Tower of Piza! We are in Italy!"
Hugo's eyebrow twitched when we approached. Francisco said something in French to Hugo. His eyes widened and asked me a question in French.
Francisco translated. "I told him you wanted the job. He wants to know if you've ever made a crepe."
I looked at Hugo and nodded. He laughed and handed me a rose. Before I could ask any more questions, he handed me an apron and a spoon. Then Hugo pointed at Francisco.
"He wants to know if you need me."
"Yes!" I said. "I need you to translate the orders."
Francisco nodded to Hugo and was also handed an apron. "He says I have to cook too."
So we both headed to the kitchen. Standing next to Francisco, mixing batter, well, everything just felt right.
1 MONTH LATER...
Like I said, the bakery was big and successful. In as little as a month, I had more money than I raised in America! But when I told Francisco it was time for me to move again, he got the saddest look in his eyes. I felt like the hole in my heart opened up again.
On the day my train was set to leave, Francisco said his goodbyes through tears. I couldn't do it.
"Francisco, use the money you got from the bakery to come to Italy with me! We could travel together!"
The light immediately returned to his eyes. "Ok!"
So we boarded the train, ready for anything and prepared for anything.
The whole train ride, I had a terrible stomachache. I tried to remember what I ate earlier. A crepe, some cafe con leche, some grapes, the grapes! Seeds don't sit well with me. I should have known better than to trust a man in the streets selling fruit out of a paper bag.
Finally, Francisco yelled out.
"The Tower! She is up ahead!"
"What tower?" I never did well in history in school.
"The Leaning Tower of Piza! We are in Italy!"
Francisco translated. "I told him you wanted the job. He wants to know if you've ever made a crepe."
I looked at Hugo and nodded. He laughed and handed me a rose. Before I could ask any more questions, he handed me an apron and a spoon. Then Hugo pointed at Francisco.
"He wants to know if you need me."
"Yes!" I said. "I need you to translate the orders."
Francisco nodded to Hugo and was also handed an apron. "He says I have to cook too."
So we both headed to the kitchen. Standing next to Francisco, mixing batter, well, everything just felt right.
1 MONTH LATER...
Like I said, the bakery was big and successful. In as little as a month, I had more money than I raised in America! But when I told Francisco it was time for me to move again, he got the saddest look in his eyes. I felt like the hole in my heart opened up again.
On the day my train was set to leave, Francisco said his goodbyes through tears. I couldn't do it.
"Francisco, use the money you got from the bakery to come to Italy with me! We could travel together!"
The light immediately returned to his eyes. "Ok!"
So we boarded the train, ready for anything and prepared for anything.
The whole train ride, I had a terrible stomachache. I tried to remember what I ate earlier. A crepe, some cafe con leche, some grapes, the grapes! Seeds don't sit well with me. I should have known better than to trust a man in the streets selling fruit out of a paper bag.
Finally, Francisco yelled out.
"The Tower! She is up ahead!"
"What tower?" I never did well in history in school.
"The Leaning Tower of Piza! We are in Italy!"