What You Think You Might Know About Somebody… Might Be Wrong
Years ago, before we were even living in Italy, Enrico and I spent a night in Courmayeur, on the French side of Mont Blanc, on our way to somewhere. Our hotel included breakfast (most of them do), eaten at large, bare wooden tables with benches. We were asked what form of coffee we wanted, then crusty rolls, croissants, jam, butter, etc. were brought, and we began eating, scattering crumbs all over the bare table just like everyone else.
The waiter overheard us speaking English.
“Are you American?” he asked.
She’s American, he’s Italian, we explained, as usual.
“You’re American!” exclaimed the waiter in horror. “Then you want this!” And he rushed to set the table with paper placements.
I wonder what traumatic encounter he’d had with an American to fix that notion so firmly in his mind.
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