Last week we decided to make a trip to the nearby town of Tarquinia. We packed the kids, sibling stroller, diaper bag and ourselves in the car. What we apparently didn’t put in the car was our camera. This we left sitting on the ground in the parking lot of our apartment building. It’s a gated community, granted, but still. Not much hope of ever seeing that thing again, right?
While I was thinking about where the receipt might be and if we could claim this on our insurance, my husband was calmly trying to suggest that we might still get the camera back.
Sure, and tooth fairies and unicorns live right in our backyard.
But right then and there we had the option of returning home or still visiting Tarquinia since we were there and all. We decided to do that. But what about photos? Husband suggested we get a disposable camera for the day so that we get something to remember the place by. Ok.
Oh Gods, I really should have known better.
Tarquinia is lovely. The weather was perfect, sunny and warm. We walked about the town for a couple of hours, ate pizza al taglio for lunch, stopped at a playground for a bit and then had gelato before heading back home.
The next day I went to a nearby photo shop and left my disposable camera, requesting to have both prints and pics on CD, thinking that maybe I can do some work in Photoshop to make the photos better.
I shouldn’t have bothered.
Horrid. I can’t really think of a better description for the atrocity I picked up from the store the next day. I won’t even bother sharing any pics, you’d laugh so hard you fell off your chairs and then you’d blame me for your broken tailbone.
So, what about our camera? Not an hour after we returned home there was someone at the door asking if this camera they found on the ground might belong to us. I never get used to meeting people who are decent and honest and neighbourly. It’s such a treat every time.
Filed under: La Bell'Italia, life in general
