This is a story about a very unexpected and fun experience I had while visiting my friend in Italy this summer. Katie’s father is a fantastically interesting but rather eccentric academic who lives in a remote but idyllic farmhouse on a hill in rural Calabria, surrounded by books and antiquities.
Katie was doing an internship in Salerno over the summer and I visited her for a couple of days. We’re very close – we’ve been friends for several years, we talk about all sorts of things, including sex, and we’ve seen each other naked several times without it being a big deal – which is great, because as a blonde athlete she’s very hot. I’m 25 and Katie is 26. Katie isn’t, however, the subject of this story, although she might be the subject of a later one.
One weekend while I was visiting her, we decided to visit her father. It was a long drive away, but her father drove all the way to Salerno to pick us up in his marvellously clapped-out van. The weather was scorching hot and we stopped several times for ice cream and lemonade.