Now, Let Me Tell You What Really Happened…

Guaita Rocca 3 (Guaita Rocca, First Tower, of San Marino) Image credit to Bing.com

I hope you enjoy my first short story. I wrote it from this picture and a writing prompt on one of my writing sites I follow. 🙂

At age 40, I was on my way to visit my first castle in Italy. All my life I have dreamed of being in an actual castle. In fact, I think in my previous life I lived during the medieval times. It feels like where I truly belong.

I did not want to come alone so I saved enough for my best bud, Simonne to tag along. She was not difficult to convince. She heard Italy and immediately said Italian men. I have to agree, seeing a few of them will be a bonus to the trip. We are single ladies.

My heart began beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out. The entrance to Guaita Rocca (First Tower) of San Marino was more spectacular in person than the travel brochure could possibly show.  Looking at Simonne, I do believe she thought the same. Wait, an Italian guide is walking towards us. A big grin spread across Simonne’s face.

“Hello there, my name is Celio and I will be your guide.”

“Hellooo.” Simonne said extending her hand to shake his. Any excuse to touch him I am sure.

I chuckled knowing what she is probably thinking. Love my outgoing, sex fanatic, and fun friend of the last twenty years. She brings the excitement to any adventure.

I think she caught Celio off guard. He was quiet but smiling. He gestured for us all to follow.

He led us through to a courtyard that had several stone pathways. One led up to the main tower while the others led to other parts. The grass was a gorgeous green. I wanted to take my shoes off and walk through it barefoot. Love the feel of plush grass under my toes. The flower beds were full of red, white, and pink colored flowers. Absolutely stunning. I could hang out here forever.

I looked to my right and caught a tall dark haired man staring at me. At least I think it’s me he is staring at. I slowly turned to look behind me. Nobody else there. I turned back to him. He was grinning. Great, he saw me do that. Embarrassing.

He began descending the stairs. He is heading this way I think. What do I say?

He reached the edge of the grass, reached down to untie his shoes, pulled them off, and stepped onto the grass. How could he have known that was what I was thinking about? I closed my eyes for a few seconds, then opened them. He was still there. I was frozen in my spot by the grass. The rest of the tour group was already up at the tower. Simonne was too busy flirting to realize I was not with the group.

It was only me and him standing in the courtyard.

“Will you join me?” He asked.

I was speechless, but my feet were moving me toward him. I bent down, took off my shoes and felt the lush grass under my toes.

Heaven.

I stopped a few inches away from him.

“Feels heavenly, yes.” He spoke again. He was close enough that I could feel his warm breathe on my face. His cologne was out of this world wonderful.

“Yes, but won’t we be in trouble for this?” I asked.

“No signs. No one here but us.”

“My name is Tawny.” I said.

“Hi, I am Alvise.” He reached for my hand and kissed it. I almost fainted.

I did not want this moment to end. A charming stranger kissing my hand just like my dreams.

“Alvise.” I repeated in a slow voice.

“Means famous warrior.”

“Oh, mine is light brown.” I touched my hair.

He chuckled.

I snapped out of my trance. What a dork I am. I can’t believe I said that. Where is Simonne when I need her? She is the smooth talking one.

“I see. Very beautiful, Tawny.” He touched my hair.

Bucket list. Castle, check. Hot Italian guy touched me, check. I can die now.

“I planted this grass. Best decision I believe. My father did not think so.” Alvise said walking around looking at his feet.

“You planted, must be the grounds keeper?”

“No. This is my castle.” He chuckled.

“But, how? This castle is very old and no one lives here. It is a tourist site.”

“True. It is my home. I do not lie.”

Ok, go with it. He is too handsome to argue with. If he wants to believe it who am I to say any different.

“Why do you allow people to tour it?”

“It is a beautiful home. I am proud of it. Plus, it brings me beautiful women like you to it.” He kissed my hand again.

His kiss is like a spell. I forget the craziness of this.

“Tawny. Tawny.”

I could hear someone faintly calling my name. All I want to do is stare at this man’s gorgeous face.

Someone was shaking me.

I looked at Simonne.

“Earth to Tawny.”

I heard her laughing hysterically.

I looked at my hand.

Bird poop! Oh gross!

I bent down to wipe it on the grass. I saw my shoes off. It was not a dream.

“Oh, girl. You look like you were posing like a statue. No wonder the bird dropped its poo on you!” She was rolling with laughter.

I glared at her.

“Alvise was telling me about his castle. This is him.” I said angrily pointing to where he was standing.

“You named the bird. Girl I need to get you out more.”

“No! He is right there. Look!”

Simonne shook her head and grabbed me.

“The bird is right there.”

I looked again, she was right. Just the bird was sitting there no Alvise. I surely did not dream all this.

I looked up where I saw him first.

Alvise was smiling. He waved to me.

“Right there!” I yelled and pointed.

“Have you been drinking without me? Shame on you.”

Why can she not see him?

“Ladies, get off the grass! It is not to be walked on.” Said someone yelling behind us.

“Sorry sir. My friend seems to have a bit of jet lag.” Simonne yanked me back onto the stone pathway. She ran across the grass to get my shoes. She shoved them at me.

“Let’s catch up to the rest. I am making headway with Celio. He has a friend too, another guide.”

I do not understand. I felt his kiss. I smelled his cologne. I did not imagine it.

The cologne. I can smell it.

“Stop. He is here. I smell him.” I turned around. No one there.

Simonne shook her head at me.

“I have got to find you a man.”

Off we went to catch up with the group. Every room that we toured, I could smell him but not see him.

“This is where Alvise spent most of his days.” Celio stated.

“Alvise? You said?” I asked Celio the guide.

“Why yes, he was the first owner of the castle.”

“But that would make him very old and dead.” I said.

The whole group busted out laughing.

“Yes, you are correct.” Celio laughed.

No way had this happened. I did not have my first encounter with a ghost.

We reached the last room on the tour. The guide dismissed everyone and started walking towards us.

“My friend will be here in a minute. He is finishing up his tour.” Celio said.

“Sounds great. I am starving.” Simonne said.

“Here he comes.”

I turned to look in the direction Celio was looking. It is him.

“Hello ladies. Good to meet you.”

“This is my friend, Alvise.” Celio said.

I did a double take. Celio saw my shocked expression.

“Yes he is one of the castle relations. Way down the line of relatives, so he is not dead.” Celio chuckled.

Alvise kissed my hand. He made a face.

Oh, good grief, he grabbed the one the bird pooped on!

“Sorry, long story.” I stammered.

“While we are eating, you must tell me, what really happened.” He winked.

No, he is not, is he?

It’s All Ours…Puzzle Castle!

460852_10150912197852483_1370307956_o Our home back home. 🙂

We paid off our mortgage last week! It is officially all ours. What a great feeling. 🙂

It is a very old house with many issues but they are slowly being dealt with. We were living there full time until last year when hubby went active duty for the Army to finish out his time for retirement. He will have a total of 35 years in by Feb. with 20 years active time. We are planning on sticking around the area for awhile mostly because of job opportunities and so we can finish the remodel process on the house without having to live in it. We had been living in it for the entire last twelve years of remodeling and what a challenge that was.

Of course, when one problem happens another one is discovered when owning an old home. One year we had a water leak in the kitchen area which resulted in tearing up all the plumbing which then resulted in remodeling the kitchen, which still isn’t completely done. We actually lived for six months with our kitchen drain pouring into a large bucket we had to dump. 🙂 Life was interesting.

It does make for some fun and interesting stories. I have begun looking for those pictures and will post in another post later with all the progress. We do change our mind a lot on what we want a room to look like. 🙂 Luckily, we do a bit here and there before too much of it is finished. It is all with extra cash so no other loans out. I’m lucky hubby likes to do the work so money is saved there. Or is it? Just kidding. It is a learning experience.

One of the first projects was a total redo of the roof. It had not been replaced in a long time. When I moved in I rented the house from a sweet old man that lived across the alley behind it. After a few years, his health went downhill and he ended up passing on. The family lived elsewhere and didn’t want to deal with it. In fact, for a year I didn’t have to pay rent. They didn’t want any. In that year, the roof was majorly leaking, so I got a lawyer with the help of my current boss at the time, and we drafted a letter that listed all the needed repairs on the house and offered 5,000.00 for the house. They accepted the offer. It was mine. 🙂 Of course, I was young and had to have a loan, which the loan company put other debt into the loan and thus I had a mortgage debt. Not a major one, but enough for a single mom of two.

A year later, in waltzed my wonderful husband into my life, who just happened to like working on a challenge.  🙂 Me, him, several friends, and my dad fixed the roof from a generous gift given to me from my daughter’s grandparents. We tore off two layers of asphalt shingles which was attached to just the wood rafters. Underneath we saw the rafters were made out of anything and every size of wood imaginable. And talk about long nails used! We pulled so many nails out. The rafters are blue painted, pink painted and regular wood. I guess they used whatever they could way back when. (So far I have traced the house back to 1910)

Yes, we left the rafters as is and put the proper sheets of wood across the rafters to which the new tin roof was screwed down to. The tin was so much easier than all those asphalt shingles. That was in the year of 2000.

Over the last thirteen years we have had to deal with a small leak over the kitchen when the wind would blow just right it would get up under the roof line. We tried flashing and everything we could think of. Glad it was just an occasional leak. Now, this Fall my hubby decided enough was enough and set to fix the problem for good. A whole new roof line with a better roof pitch! And this is what we got. 🙂

1116130915 Fall 2013

It is another bedroom and finally a second bathroom. I don’t know how we raised a teenage daughter with one bathroom plus me and four males. I guess now when hubby completely retires down the road and we move back to live full time he can have his bathroom and I can have mine! LOL 🙂

I have officially named our house the Puzzle Castle. I always wanted to do that. Like you read in novels with estate homes. 🙂 I can’t afford a fancy castle so why not. It is a gigantic puzzle! It is our family home that we live in part time for now. So many wonderful memories. We hope to pass it down to the kids, but of course, completely finished. 🙂