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?”
“Do you
