I am in the boat on my way to Capri Island, Italy. Super
excited, I admire everything; the view, the boat rides and that sunny day. Nevertheless,
I am admiring the island’s view. Now, Capri Island is considered one of the
most popular islands in Italy for the rich. Besides the fact that everything is
new to me and I get impressed pretty much by anything, you should see the look
on my face when I see for the first time in my life the massive American
rappers, dressed in white and wearing big chains around their necks with dollar
signs. It looks like they are ready to party, getting out of a private boat.
Full of excitement, I am getting out of the boat and I
feel a bit overwhelmed by the island and by the people. It is very easy to
distinguish the locals; they are very simple with a kind face and trying to
make a living after all the tourists. The tourists instead are dressed up in
the most expensive designer clothes, very noisy and excited at the same time.
Finally I get in a taxi and I am on my way to the hotel.
The island is beautiful. I can see the tiny houses that give me a warm feeling.
The air is so free from pollution and you can smell the pleasant scent of the
sea throughout. Even though it is very hot and the heat makes you drowsy, I
am still enjoying every bit of this small piece of earth.
For the next two days I am on the island, simply walking
around, shopping, and of course enjoying the Italian food and taking pictures
with about anything. I buy a very nice pair of sunglasses and two beach scarfs
that even today I impress people around with.
What I did not tell you is that this is my first time to
take a ride in a boat and my first time to stay in a hotel. Just before check
out, I look in the fridge and I notice that inside were nicely displayed
alcoholic miniatures. Excited, I collect all of them and I nicely place them
inside my bag. How happy dad will be to see them! There was no price displayed
anywhere, so I think to myself how nice of them to give complimentary alcohol
to the hotel guests.
On my way out from the hotel lobby to the taxi, I hear a
lady running after me and screaming “ladro!” “ladro!” in Italian which
translates to thief. I look around, is it me she is referring to? Yes, she
approaches me. With broken Italian and a mixed dialect, I understand she wants
the alcoholic miniatures I nicely packed in my bag.
Oh God! The shame I have to endure for these miniatures is
unbelievable. This lady cannot stop cursing and screaming even after I had paid
for it and apologized. I learned now that nothing is for free, and for every
moment of happiness, you have to one way or the other pay for it, and if you commit
the smallest mistake, you will be judged very harshly. Nobody is perfect and
not everyone has the knowledge you may have. Just be patient and teach people
instead of accusing them so unkindly for not having the information.
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