As I tugged on my shoes she assessed the state of the bites. “If you get some cream you’ll be fine. The itch doesn’t last too long.” She looked up at me and frowned. “You’re not getting the best impression of Venice, I’m afraid.” “I have an adventurous day ahead of me. I’m looking forward to it.” I leaned against the outside wall of the restroom and fastened the straps on my sandals. “I think I’ll keep my shoes on, though.” “Yes, that might be best.” Isabella walked with me to the parking lot. “Can I give you a ride back to the hotel?” “Thanks, that would be great.” “It’ll give us a chance to chat.” She unlocked the doors to her car. Something about her voice made me look over at her with some concern. “Sure.” I sat down in the passenger seat and buckled my seat belt. As Isabella drove she described some of the locations that we passed. “Growing up here was magical, I can’t deny it. It’s not like any other place in the world.”
What do You think about Sammy In Italy (Single Wide Female Travels #2)?
