trip to italy cmbyn coded.

My dad, seeing me spending my days either studying my ass off or getting drunk on weekends decided to send me away, to let me have some time alone, far away from my friends and Stanford. So when his old friend Marcello, some sort of far cousin from Italy of one of his best friends called to invite him at his place, it was like a gift heaven sent. So my dad sent me there. And here I am, a complete foreign in the Northern Italian country side. I’ve been to Italy a couple of times but never in such forgotten and lost places. Marcello came to pick me up and drove me to his holiday’s house in the middle of the country near Crema. The engine of the old car made an awful loud sound and the guy smoked his cigarette in the vehicle like crazy. Anyway I managed to arrive after a few awkward conversations and my attempts of speaking an horrible italian. He told me that in the villa there were some of his relatives too: his sister Virginia with her daughter, Marcello’s painter friend Vincenzo, Marcello’s mother and Marcello’s wife. He showed me the villa and it was just like a movie or a dream. He showed me my room and suggested to have a swim in natural stone made swimming pool in the back. So that’s what I did. I unpacked the majority of my stuff and threw on a swimsuit and a towel and I dove in the cool water. But as I got back to the surface, a pair of sly eyes were looking at me.