how truly crazy americans can be
So usually when it is raining, you can open an umbrella, place it over your head, and you will be shielded from the rain that is coming down. This day however, was very different. It wasnt just raining, it was pouring. No better yet, it was the biggest rainstorm I have ever been in... and my friends and I were walking over to the bus stop, and of course, the umbrellas didnt work. We were freezing, soaking wet, and there was absolutely nothing we could do about it.
It was supposed to be a typical Viterbo Thursday. School had ended, lunch was consumed for 4 hours, and everyone was about their usual business. It was also my friend Kristen's birthday, and therefore about 5 of her friends were invited to go to her house for a birthday dinner. We planned on taking a bus from viterbo to her house which is La Quercia (which is about 10 minutes away from viterbo) and then getting a ride back into viterbo after dinner for some coffee... At least thats what we thought we were going to do.
As we all huddled together waiting for the bus to come ( which was about 5 minutes late) we sang beatles songs in order to keep warm and to stop thinking about the weather, or the tree branches that were whipping by, flying through the air.
We boarded the bus. There was a nun in the front seat, a group of three old women, and a business man. We sat there for about ten minutes, finally starting to warm up and dry off, and then all of a sudden the bus slammed on its breaks. We looked out the windows of the bus, but we couldn't see anything through all of the rain. We all sat there. 5 americans, the old women, the business man, and the nun, perplexed and a little worried. The bus driver then stood up an announced that he was going to check out what was going on. He deboarded the bus... along with the 5 americans who were curious as to what was going on.
There was an enormous tree in the middle of the road. Now in america, one would just turn the bus around and take another route to la quercia. But there is no other route to la quercia. There is that one road, and only that one road. And who would walk to la quercia when the biggest storm of the century is going on outside?
The bus driver rolled up his sleeves, squinted his eyes, and turned to us and said, " we are moving that damn tree."
and you know what? we did.
We all lined up on one side of the tree, and mustered up all of our strength and centimeter by centimeter, moved that tree out of the road.
After we saved the day, we boarded the bus, and we all individually hugged by the nun in the front seat.
crazy italy memory #1.
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