Village Squire, 1975-12, Page 34No, she (uuld never seem to tolerate the
fact that she was beholden to foreigners
and constantly plagued our lives. Damp
weather gave her arthritis, summer
asthma, and I think she had angina of the
tires Anyway, I let on nothing she could so
would ruin our trip. That's until the second
flat o(curred. As luck would have it we
were close to a village and my husband
managed to find a tire shop.We drove up
to it and convinced the man we really
nee(11(1 a new tire. .
After the so-called rush job of one hour
my husband came out with a new tire and a
pat( bed one "Ah Sweet Victory" we had
only haul 1 tines its worth. We were
reach to go and my heart soared, the car
had no (51 use now.
As lu• started up we heard a sickening
crunching sound and the vehicle tempor-
arily c hugged. My husband got out to look
and discovered a mutilated garbage can
under our front wheel. From nowhere
entered a little elan gesturing wildly with
his arms Viola, the owner of the now
non -ret ogniiahle sanitation container.
I3y now my husband had reached the
pinnacle 01 his endurance and all the
frustrations of living in a foreign country
had rya( hed him and he made his stand. It
was a set up job and would not pay the
dollar.
This was a truly wonderful gesture but
l.hv now? I wanted to go to the mountains.
As I sat stunned unable to believe what
was going on before my eyes I noticed a
_pohcenlail casually bicycling towards us
(;ood Heavens, they have called in the lacy'
VV hat now ' I started to giggle. (I alwal s
giggle n hen there is nothing left to do.) NW
1151. year old 'wormed me that he had to go
to the bathroom so I stuck my head out the
window and gaily asked my husband if
there were anv toilets in jail cause sure as
shooting that's where we were header)
Lu( kill our true triend caught up with us
and «105 int 1'd Illy husband no jail term Was
worth the price
As they say in the newspapers it was
.settled out 01 court and we were minus
$1.00 but we still had our mountains.
Silently we drove the remainder of our
journey and I as a clutl1ul wife kept still as I
knew what humiliation my husband had
suffered over his defeat.
The rest of the day continued with
relative calm, only.occasional stops for the
necessary rituals of young children bored
on a long trip.
Suddenly the landscape changed drasti-
cally,.we could see snow gently falling and
houses like picture postcards. Oh now
sweet the miracle of white, and my heart
melted like the snow flakes on our wind
—shield.
Eventually we entered a little town and
in this central square we found our hotel
sitting solidly and sedately nestled among
cobble stones. How intriguing it was, the
small windows with shutters of Christmas
tree cut outs.
The excitement was -overwhelming! We
had finally arrived and it was as delightful
a view as I had imagined.
1 was first out of -the car and told my
husband I would check to see if we had the
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