6/25/2010

A return to the scene of the crime...

For my parents.  Lots of love!

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  1. For those followers of Claire's blogspot, this happens to be the place where Curtis (her dad) & I met. Neither of us was looking to find another American. That was for sure. But I had missed my train to see some art work in a church south of Brindisi and had some time to kill. It was raining. Cold. Palm Sunday. 1976? In walked two guys from the infamously tiring train from Roma, needing coffee. I helped direct them to the ticket person who then gave the coffee order.
    They were heading to Istanbul. I saw art history slides in my head. I was asked, not by Curtis, but by Lief Eriksson, his red headed travelling companion (ooh the history of names!) if I wanted to join them. The rest is history, played out over a course of at least four years. For all of you sweethearts out there, remember that good things take time. And this is a fun story of love that has lasted an amazingly long time.

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