My newfound Superpower of Invisibility extended beyond the confines of la spiaggia, out into the village of Monterosso al Mare, though with weakening strength.
I found that Americans and our Brit cousins could see me just fine. Perhaps it was the Bill for First Lady tee shirt I was wearing. At any rate, as I walked the main road I was accosted with "Hey, I like that shirt! You must be American" often. To which I responded "Vote! Early and often!!"
(Huh huh huh ... I coined that phrase myself.)
After spending 20 minutes chatting with due donne da Minnesota and due donne da Birmingham, England about everything from the dire political straits of the US and the UK, a desire to re-elect Bill in 2016, Trump as Nero, who's currently leading in the polls, Brexit, NPR and Netflix, the Americans took leave and I sat down.
And then Val (mother), Rachel (daughter) and I (sola donna invisibile) got down to important things... Like Peaky Blinders (oh Tommy, Tommy, Tommy) and Graham Norton (did he used to be The Galloping Gourmet?), James Cordon and Daniel Craig (should that have been in the same sentence??!!) Wallander and Broadchurch.... and Sherlock... sigh.... Who will be the next James Bond... Also Henry the Eight, Catholicism, who drives on the correct side, why do Americans drive on a different side, Damian Lewis in Wolf Hall, his wife in Peaky Blinders. We tackled many issues facing PBS during our 2 hours, and I feel we could contribute real solutions if asked.
During this time a group of Italians sat next to us, and one tall man with shiny shaved head (Seinfeld! Seinfeld!) smiled in my general direction as if he could actually see me, but then they were joined by friends and moved to a larger table. I never learned if the Invisibility was wavering.
I had half a birra left when Val and Rachel left... and I took my time finishing up, went for a Limone gelato (they saw me in the gelateria!!!), and slow and drippingly I strolled back to Hotel Palme. Yet again, I didn't make it to Bar American...
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