Before the bus had even come to a complete
stop, Karl was up out of his seat and headed for the door. Getting
to the front seats, he collided with Giorgio as the tour guide rose
to give instructions for the stop at the winery.
“Whoa, Signore Simons, you are one big
hurry.”
“Ah…yes… sorry. I…um…need to...” Karl
couldn’t think of an excuse for his rush to get off the vehicle, so
he just repeated, “Sorry.”
Once on the ground in the parking area, Karl
cast about, trying to figure out where he might go to gain the
information he so desperately wanted. To the left he saw a small
house that looked like an office or welcome booth. He trotted
toward it.
Inside, a pretty young woman stood behind a
counter looking through a stack of papers. She looked up as he came
in. “Posso aiutarlo
