Chapter 11

Karl was more concerned that they only had two hours to view the exhibits in La Galleria, than eating pizza. But, then, he reminded himself, this is ‘Italy in seven days.’

Once inside La Galleria, Karl hoped he would lose Myrna, but she stuck to him like glue.

“These Eyetalians musta been a buncha perverts. All these statues and pictures look like porn to me,” Myrna complained as they walked among the sculptures and paintings of nudes.

Karl rolled his eyes and tried to ignore her. Was the whole of the trip to be like this? But then why should he be surprised? He’d always had poor luck with things in his life. For instance: the only time he’d flown home to Detroit to visit his parents, his luggage had gone to Denver; ordering a cheeseburger at Burger King; he often got the cheese, but no burger.