A Trip to Italy

I stepped off the bus and the wind gusted into my face, forcing me to smell the salty ocean water and steaming hot pavement. It was summer in Italy and sweat immediately began dripping from my upper lip, the weatherman said it would be hot, but I’ve never experienced anything like this. Richi, my new German friend that I met just the day before stepped off the bus right behind me, thankfully he spoke English because my German was about as good as a two year old child just learning the language. Ms. Mock and Ms. Rhode were the last people to step off the bus, everyone speculated that they had some sort of lesbian relationship going on, but no one was for certain. They escorted us into the youth hostel, Richi and I sat on the sofa together in the lounge, all the other kids sat closely together in the same area, their was about twenty Germans and twenty Americans. The Americans were exchange students living in Germany for a month, and the Germans were juniors in high school, this was their class trip and luckily we were invited to join.
“Listen up, there are twenty rooms, pick a partner, grab your stuff and pick up a key from Ms. Mock,” Ms. Rhode ordered us.
Fortunately I had become friends with Richi on the bus ride over, or else I would have been conned into sharing a room with one of the younger students. We grabbed our luggage and a key from Ms. Rhode and made our way to the small bedroom. It smelled like cat piss and there was barely enough room to lay our luggage down, however there was a bathroom and a balcony with a view that faced the beautiful Italian ocean and sunset. Once we got situated in our new room, Richi and I began to explore the busy streets crowded with random little shops. Our first stop was the liquor store, we needed something to relax us after the sixteen hour bus trip from Berlin to Remini. Luckily you only had to be sixteen to purchase alcohol in Europe, so I grabbed two cases of Becks and two packs of Marlboro Reds.
As we lay on the beach the cold ocean water crept up and surrounded our feet, they began to sink in the sand further and further with every new set of waves.
“Do you really think Ms. Mock and Ms. Rhode have something going on,” I asked.
“Of course, they have to be, I’ve heard stories about how Ms. Rhode divorced her husband because of Ms. Mock.”
“Is that true?”
“I don’t know, but they both definitely look like the type, Ms. Mock is definitely the feminine role in the relationship and Ms. Rhode is a legit masculine role.”
I laughed, the thought of those two making love seemed hysterical to me.