the story continues...................time.
We had a few days when we got back from milan, before we hit the road again. We both did try on our clothes again and they were perfect. Tony had to go practice with her dance partner, so i tagged along to watch. They practiced and practiced. Damn they were good, i got tired just watching. Then they thought that i should try it. They taught me to tango.
Make that tried to teach me. A dancer i am not. I got the steps ok, but my arms were not expressive enough for them. I didn't want to look like a girly man., waving my arms all around. They kept at it and i did get better at it.
They had plans for me.
We went to the dance club that was a bit out of town and they had a band playing.
They danced a couple of times and the place shouted for more.. Tony asked for a tango and she grabbed me, and i was on the floor. Oh my god! I was so embarrassed, but the folks were kind and clapped to the music. All i wanted to do was get out of there.
When i did something passable the crowd would say "ole! And bravo! Longest damn song i ever heard. It was awful.
When it was over we got a cheer and people patted me on the back. Much laughing.
The american had given it a go and they laughed big time. I swore to myself...never again. I did the same thing in other places we went, in northern italy. I actually got fairly good....but only that one style.
I went to several of her competitions, they won one and were cheered big time, i loved it for her and i was so proud.
She was just beautiful. That is one of the places i wore my new clothes. We went to venice and ate in places that i never knew existed. Really, i liked getting on the train with my gucci clothes on. People would stare at us. Strange,. As a doper i was used to fitting in and not being looked at.
Speaking of dope, i took her to the park and bought some hash one afternoon and we smoked it. She had never smoked before. She was a riot! Everyone is looking at us! I feel sick, i feel happy! How long does this last? Let's go home!.
We also watched the postman some days. Her mother and many of the older women, in the condo loved the postman......i mean literally......they loved him.
Tony and i knew when he was coming...her mother told us the exact time he would be coming. Tony and i would go sit where we could see the whole building from the rear.
The postman had it going on. He always started at the top floor and worked his way down. This guy was a stud, he always knocked to deliver the mail. He was always invited in. He would spend maybe 30 minutes and then go to the next door.and do the same thing. Tony and i would laugh our ass off. He did this every day! What a stud!
We started talking about time. It was getting close to the time i would have to leave.
We still had a few months, but it was in our conversations a lot . Neither of us wanted this to end.
To be continued................................................
Here you get "two scopes rice" with everything. 
I think I'll hold off on those for a day that I don't have the kids..lol
the goods....Take care....
) Can't go wrong with the OG.....I like the ET Lost Coast OG a lot. Got a few on deck for the midwinter season....to keep the SSOG company. I need a fourth season to get to all these strains
I don't think we would make one healthy grower...more new pains everyday. 