One entire month in Italy
It was June 1983. I had just extended in Germany. Because of my specialty "MOS" I was given a bonus of an extra 30 days leave. I promptly took all 30 days.
Citron "Ente" Duck
My german longtime girlfriend and I pointed our Citron Ente towards Italy.
The plan was to sleep every other day in the vehicle and stay in cheap pensions other days.
We hit the west coast of Italy and stopped at every tourist destination and noteworthy ruins. Rome/Pisa/Naples/Pompeii were a couple more well known stops. Pisa was interesting. We walked to the top of the tower. Rome was a scary rat race with lots of neat architecture.
We stopped at Lago di Garda and played on the lake for a day on air mattresses. We met some Italian young folks and stayed up drinking wine all evening and crashed in the car at the campgrounds.
I woke up with the worst case of cotton mouth ever. I watched the Italian people drinking out of the spigot there and needed to get rid of the cotton mouth. What a giant mistake. The water there had many germs in it and the Italians had built up an immunity to them and I did not have such a tolerance. Two days of 103 degree fever and throwing up and runs later we were back on the road.
Naples was a huge city. It is a large sea port. The traffic was insane. The city wreaked. There were mounds of garbage three feet high on each side of the road. We stopped at the military base there to load up on cheap American beer and the Stars and Stripes newspaper. I wanted to check out what America was up too. Michele was highly insulted i wanted to read about baseball and read comics in the car and not look at the scenery of Naples. I remember her ripping the newspaper out of my hands and throwing it out the window.
On to Pompeii.
We drove across the instep of Italy and visited Lasassi on our way to Brindisi .Lasassi was a cave community. There were kids on bikes at the parking lot that offered to guard our vehicle while we were gone on the tour due to thefts from vehicles. We passed on Lasassi due to the extortionists on the bikes in the parking lot. We had a bad feeling that our car might be vandalized like it was before once in Italy. The dash and front passenger seat was removed. On we went to Brindisi. I went to the military post there to stock up on cheap Budweiser.
We headed up the eastern coast. We had Bari as a destination. We got side tracked in the Trulli area of Italy.
The area was known for its field rock spires whitewashed inside and out.
The folks were friendly and we got side tracked touring the town and got a late start going back on the road. We picked a side road to park the car to sleep in it that evening.
Michele got really excited because she saw something that was photo worthy. She put on her fanciest lens and was trying to zoom in photo she wanted. All I could see was lots of activity. She told me that baby pigs, chickens, ducks and puppies were eating out of the same big bowl and she wanted a photo.
Then we saw 6-7 people walking down the dirt driveway at us. I got kinda nervous. Michele knew a little Italian and talked to the entire family that came down to see who was on the road near their house.
After a few broken Italian sentences the teenage daughter asked me if I was an American. She spoke English and was I astounded at how well she spoke. The next thing you knew we were invited up to the house to have a bite to eat and sample some wine from the Family's vineyard. The bottles of wine were huge and strong. I still had a dislike for wine because of the fever earlier and throwing up. I just held on to a glass the whole time. The bread and cheese was homemade by the women. The men boasted about making the wine.
They were a very poor family. There was no glass in their windows. They were covered with burlap bags. The front door was a tarp. Pigs and chickens and dogs walked in and out of the house at their leisure. We talked to almost dark. None of the family members had ever meet a real American they told me. We shared one large bottle of wine. I noticed that only the three adult males were the only ones drinking.
The group photo was taken now.
The teenage daughter explained to me that her Dad was very old school and he didn't allow women to drink. I remember I had just stocked up with Budweiser and I offered Dad some Budweiser to drink. The daughter translated. I walked to the Ente and got a case of Bud.
The daughter read the ingredients to her father and the son in law. They both cracked open a Bud.
The dad called the beer Water Beer. This is how the daughter translated it. The men had already drank a huge bottle of wine and were slamming Bud and laughing and asking if there was any alcohol in the beer. I offered the mother a beer and dad spoke up and said he preferred if only the men drank.
30 minutes later and 10 budweiser each the son in law and dad excused themselves. They both staggered away to sleep. There were 4 buds left and the women sipped the beer after their drunken father and husband left. They giggled with glee and made fun of their men for slamming 10 buds each in 30 minutes.
We were offered a hay pile indoors at their house to spend the evening. We passed on the invite. We made up an excuse we had to get on the road. We drove 20 minutes closer to Bari and parked slept in the vehicle.
Bari is on the spur of the back of the boot. It is a very mountainous area. The roads had no guard rails and sheer drops. The roads zig zagged down the mountain. There was a testy bull that stood in our way for 15 minutes. We let it wander off due to it being bigger than our car. Bari was pretty but only a short pit stop.
We went up to Rimini and Venice. A short stop in Verona and back to reality and the military.
I left the military and Michele one year later.