I am back! Honestly, I haven't felt very chatty lately... so bare with me while I get back into this.
One of the pleasures of living in this village of mine is having everything I need (okay, rephrase: everything I am going to get) just down the street from where we live. I love our neighborhood. And I love our neighbors. Sadly, our fantastic Italian neighbors are moving today... I hope they are replaced by equally fabulous tenants. But, back to my village moment.
I was at the store picking up a few essentials, Lola right beside me (that's right, you can actually take your dog along with you to most grocers ) when I realized at the checkout line that I had left my bank debit card at home. This is a strange and scary experience for me - I have an aversion to paying for things with cash/euros - maybe it is all of the coins that you have to drag out over here to get things done. If you don't have exact change - don't bother! You might even get scolded. Ahhhh, right, this is why I love my magical plastic card so much... now I remember.
Well, I just happened to have a lump of euros in my coat pocket, because I am that crazy person that squirrels money away EVERYWHERE - just in case of an emergency. My husband could tell you some stories about stumbling upon my stashes, but I trust he loves me enough to keep it in the family. So... grocer / no debit card / adrenaline to pay with cash - we are caught up now - wouldn't you know that I am ONE euro short when my bill is tallied? Big panic. And just when I open my mouth to explain that I am short - my most wonderful (yes, I have favorites) upstairs neighbor sidled up beside me and plopped a euro in my hand! It was a truly magical moment. Movie quality.
To top it off, we walked home together and gossiped about who our new neighbors might turn out to be. Yep, it is getting a little Melrose Place around here. Fun!
ah, to live somewhere where your neighbors can also be friends.
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