~ True Story ~
This time last year, I was traveling with a group in Italy. We were one day away from being finished and were in Grosseto to meet up with Morellino producers. At the end of the day we headed back into town, checked into our hotel and agreed to meet later for one last dinner.
Settling into my room, I opened my window, only to be greeted by the onerous barking of a hound below. I went down to see what the poor little creature was crying about, but was unable to find his owner. About then it was time to go to dinner.
We’d had a long day and most of us were tired. One in our group, a young buyer (let’s call her Carrie), wanted to stay up, so I hung out with her. She was cool, had good energy, and although she probably would have rather been there with her boyfriend, humored me. She was kind of an old soul, and that was how we interacted.
I mentioned to Carrie that I was not going to change rooms with her; for I could see what she was telling me had some substance to it. Something was very wrong. I offered to her my bed and I would sleep on the floor. “No funny business,” I promised. She didn’t think that was such a good idea. I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on the floor, but it amounted to the best offer I could come up with. It was now 3AM.
In my room, the dog had long stopped barking, but I wasn’t about to open up my window. My room, on the other hand, was burning up. What was with this hotel in Grosseto? I jumped into my bed and tried to get 4 hours sleep.
Outside as I was waiting for our group and Carrie, I stood looking at the hotel. In the early morning with the morning sun on the front façade of the building, it shimmered, as if it were a mirage.
To this day, I get goosebumps when I recall this story or tell it. Tell me it’s nothing. My visceral response tells me otherwise.