But Sandra I started. She was already walking back to the house saying something about lunch. She put together one of those delicious simple meals Italians can always make in no time, and we ate it with the good red wine I had brought for her parents! She disappeared while I put more wood on the dying fire. T ked niit of the window. The rain was pouring down again. I had hoped we would go for a walk to the village after lunch but I didn't feel like it in that rain. It's raining again, Sandra, I called. "What shall we do this afternoon? this There was no answer. I went into the kitchen she wasnt there. I thought shed probably gone to the bathroom, so I went back into the warm living room. Paul,' I heard. Paul, can you iust come up here a moment? I climbed the stairs wondering what the problem was. The largest bedroom door was open, so I went inside What did you want Sandra was lying on the bed, smiling. 1 thought this might be a good place to spend a wet Saturday afternoon,' she said. Wei. it looks more fun than the village in the rain. I managed to say Looking back now. it was perhaps the most enjoyable weekend I've ever had. And I've had a few relationships since then. We nccr did sce Magreglio that weekend, nor much of the rest of the house, except for trips to get food or wine from the kitchen When I got back to the far in Como on the Sunday night, I felt deeply physically tired and very happy in a completely new way. Not that I wanted to compare Jacky
but being with Sandra was like a new, adult adventure rather than the more innocent love I'd known before with Jacky