'We still have each other.'

Keep telling my Italian true love, 'If something goes awry, we still have each other.' Guess that's the romantic idealist in me. She's a romantic, too. But maybe a little more realistic than idealistic. Which is all right. Because my idealism eventually holds sway. Takes her a minute or two to see the romantic nature of certain situations. Like when we get stranded out in the middle of nowhere. I don't get rattled. She does. I merely look at the full moon and the stars and ponder the beauty of nowhere. Shows that I have faith that everything works in divine ways. Eventually. My true love was to meet me at the airport in Cagliari, the capitol city of Sardinia. At 5:05 p.m. Sunday. But my plane from Rome had mechanical problems. And didn't arrive until 7:30 p.m. That made for tight scheduling. We had to rush to catch Sunday night's last train to our home 60 miles away. At 8:30 p.m. We barely made it. But time to breathe a sigh of relief. Except it turns out, the train wasn't going all the way. We had to catch a bus in a little town in the middle of nowhere. But the last bus left minutes before the train arrived. We were stuck. Maybe for the whole night. A cause for anguish from my true love. While I mused, how romantic! An adventure to remember forever. We still have each other. In person. In the flesh. Even if we had to sit up all night. But to soothe my true love, I suggested hitch-hiking the 20 miles into town. That didn't sit too well. But to make a long story short, my true love summoned one of her friends, who picked us up. And all ended well. Safely. At home. A bit late. But still, I wouldn't have minded sitting up all night. At the remote train station. In Paradise. Nestled next to my true love. --Jim Broede