Every once in a while, I want to kiss a total stranger. Before I know it, in mid-conversation, I’ll get this overwhelming urge to plant one on some poor unsuspecting fool that I have never met before.
It’s not a sexual thing, mind you, it’s just something that comes over me when someone, man or woman, (I go both ways) goes out of their way to be nice to me.
In Sardinia, this urge occurred on a daily basis and only due to the disapproving looks of my husband did I manage to control myself and my well-intentioned lips. But I do have to say that it was very difficult in this lovely Mediterranean island packed with exceptionally kind-hearted people.
I wanted to kiss the talkative older couple who gave us very animated directions to a great hotel when we were lost and grumpy.
I wanted to kiss the man at the reception when he said that he would give us a discount at said hotel because, “there was no sun out today”.
I wanted to kiss the lady at another hotel who giggled every time we spoke to her.
I wanted to kiss the older man that ran an old B&B out of his house when he grumpily ordered me to “finish my beer” when I mentioned that we were going out to dinner soon.
I wanted to kiss the pudgy Polizia who scoffed at us in a fatherly manner when we asked him if parking in the train station was free.
I wanted to kiss everyone who said, “prego”, which, in Italy, is everyone.
So you can see how this trip really turned into an exercise of self-control. In order to distract myself, I decided to concentrate on seeing the sights and I soon discovered that Cagliari, Sardinia is one beautiful city.
Set on the coast with a elegant harbour at its feet, Cagliari is a classic Italian town with one or two main boulevards intertwined with mysterious side streets and secret plazas. The main tourist attraction is its old castle area set up a very steep hill. Quite the hike, but well worth the views of the city. Also, it serves as a distraction from kissing strangers.
So, I’ve got quite a bit to tell you about our trip to Cagliari: our trip to Pula and Nora, the beautiful beaches on the southern coast, celebrating Saint Efisio and oh, and I did manage to kiss three Italian mechanics, innocently enough.
So please stay tuned for more, prego?