Nothing but the best for me.

I went shopping Monday.  With my Italian true love. And her friend, Giovanna. To a Sardinian shopping center. And it was impressive. For me, at least. Because I am naturally impressed by Italian ways. It was sort of an open air shopping center. Lots of circular plazas. In the middle. Where one could sit down and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. One can do that almost year-round in Sardinia. Because the winters aren‘t severe. A little chilly.  But no freezing. No snow. And with March already arrived, it’s really feeling like spring. The main aim of our mission, I’m told, was to find me a couple pairs of Italian-made shoes. But hey, I’m with women. Italian women. And they find bargains. That they can’t resist. And I volunteer to carry the bags. Like an Italian gentleman. Which I am, at least in the de facto sense. And I also agree to buy  lunch. Italian-style. Lasagna for me. As for the women, that looked like American-style chicken cuisine on their plates. Which is okay. To each her own. Anyway, the company was amiable. And delightful. And charming  And both gals speak English. Which means there was good conversation. In English. Which means, I was able to exercise my mouth. And steer the conversation in many directions. The gals did, too. And a good time was had by all. We were about to leave. When it dawned on everyone that I hadn’t yet purchased shoes. Because so many of the shoes  were made in China or Vietnam. And I wanted only Italian-made shoes. Cost didn’t matter.  Nothing but the best for me. That’s become my true nature. The best of everything. Especially when it comes to shoes and the company I keep on shopping expeditions. Namely, my true love and Giovanna. They make me feel  special. By the way, I found a pair of shoes. Made in Italy.  –Jim Broede