A MINUTE AFFAIR TO REMEMBER 

One summer we were on a family holiday to Amalfi. 

On the way to amalfi, the road was up hill and circling, suddenly my 17 month old son started screaming and crying, apparently he was feeling sick due to the road.

 He vomits on me, on the car, on the blanket, and on his tshirt, everywhere. The driver could not stop the car as the road was one way and it had a lot of traffic. We managed to change my son’s Tshirt, wiped him… poor baby! he felt  much better after that, he sleeps on my lap with his head on my chest.

I couldn’t do much about my clothes. When we reach our destination, we realised we had to climb about 110 stairs to reach our villa. One of the few times I really got angry at my father and my sister, “are you kidding me?”

In fact when they booked the villa, it said it has a lift for the luggage, they thought me and the baby can go in lift. Little did they know that it was just a swing like trolley where they tied all the bags with a rope. 

Now the uphill climb. Husband carries our son. I was covered in dried puke and smelling of it as well, climbing the 110 steps which seemed never ending that time. All the locals  are greeting us as we were climbing the steep mountain steps, I wanted to hide my face. The Italians were so smartly dressed, they know to carry themselves so well and here I was in a mess. That was the first impression of myself, I gave to Amalfi..

Once I reached the villa we gave our son a bath, then I took one myself and finally put my tired son to sleep. Then I got time to check the rest of the villa.The view was worth the steps. We could see the whole of Amalfi, the sea, the beautiful houses, the lemon trees and the bells of the churches echoing in the distance, it was the perfect place to holiday and unwind.

Below where the steps started our villa owner ran a restaurant. It was a typical Italian restaurant run with love and over flowing with all their family members. Everyone including the children and babies would be there. It was also a very well know restaurant there and its food..wow! I don’t think I like Italian food anywhere else after eating for those 5 days at Salvadore’s restaurant. 

This yellow building was the resturant
 On the last day we were having a family dinner at Salvadore’s restaurant. My son refused to stay in so my husband took him for a walk outside untill I finished my dinner. 

Then it was my turn. By now my son was sleepy.  I was carrying him , walking him to and fro outside the restaurant, thinking may he the motion would make him sleep.

There was a white vespa parked, it was almost like a motorcycle, I was curiously looking at it trying to understand what model it was. A typical Italian man (typical  means good looking) in white shirt and jeans comes out. Till today I remember his face reason being.

Here I am holding my baby in my arms and this man in the white shirt tells me..

“You like the vespa?”

I smile looking at the vespa him,”yeah its nice..”

He smiles, winks at me and tells me with most expressive hand Italian hand gestures “you  are beautiful, you want to go on a ride on the vespa?, broom broom?”

I was confused, I thought I heard him wrong, here I was carrying my son and I look at my son, then look at him in disbelief.

He smiles again, ” leave the baby to papa or grand papa, I show you Amalfi..”

we just started at each other for few seconds 

I started blushing… I nodded my head told him “thank you..”

He asked me, “you sure?”

“Yes sure..” I smiled 

I never blush when men ask me out, I always act cool. But this time I could not help it,  Reason being I was not prepared. You are prepared when men approach you at bars, clubs, parties, airports, gym but you are not prepared when you are carrying your baby and trying to put him to sleep and having a family dinner atleast I am not..

But I was happy that the man asked me out, he was one of the restaurant owner’s nephew helping out at the restaurant.

He made my holiday! When you have had a bed rest pregnancy and breast feed your baby for a long time, the shape of your body almost resembles a cow, you have fat and tyres everywhere just like any standard guy mata you see on the Indian roads. He made feel good and sexy about myself,  I felt “yeah baby I am back 😊.”

That what I like about European men  of course they are good looking and very well dressed but they are up front and straight forward. 

That man liked me, he told me, me being a mother, married did not matter. Nor did the rejection matter.

Later on as everyone’s dinner  was done I passed on my son to my husband as he had to carry him up the 110 steps, Mr squash player to the rescue.

The man in the white shirt was having his cigarette outside, I waved him good bye, he waved back, we smiled and I left…

I don’t remember as in which village we stayed, don’t remember the name of the restaurant,  Don’t remember what anyone of us where wearing that night, But I clearly remember this man, his face..his crisp white shirt and his well fitted denims

He reminded me though I was a mother, a wife,  a daughter but with all this I was also an individual. That was the last impression I gave of myself to Amalfi…I wonder If I will ever visit it again…

Walking my son to and fro on this road
A day scene from out villa and the yellow restaurant right there..

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2 thoughts on “A MINUTE AFFAIR TO REMEMBER 

  1. Very nice, Natasha…
    “… but with all this I was also an individual” – something the smartest, most talented and beautiful women too often forget, having been conditioned to believe it’s the right thing to do, to give oneself up for others. What strange things little girls are taught about the sort of women they should grow up to be.

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