Garlic Bread or German Girl?

During our view point trek in Railay, Julissa and I met an Italian traveler named...I forget his name at the moment, but he's the funny part of this story.

Julissa and I had heard about a hidden beach and we were on a mission to find it. The Italian knew how to find the beach and told us how to get there. We thanked him for the information and as we said our good-byes he decided to join us. Mind you, he didn't ask, he just kinda came along. He was nice. His accent was hilarious and it was very entertaining listening to him speak English. He was tall and lanky with a big head, but not too bad looking. When we found the beach, we all swam together and then laid out on the sand. While we were sitting on the beach, I asked him to share a crazy story from his travel adventures. He had been traveling for nearly four years and I figured there had to be a good story for him to share. He proceeds to tell us about a time when he was hitch hiking through Australia and was picked up by a German girl. The German girl lived and worked on a farm and offered him a place to stay in the barn where they stored the farm equipment. The Italian boy found the barn to be very uncomfortable and he thought to himself, "I can go and sleep with the German girl." He found his way into the house through the kitchen. Once there he realized that he was also very hungry. He had no money and having been busy hitch hiking, he hadn't eaten all day. He decided that he would see what there was to eat and then pay a visit to the German girl. In the refrigerator, he found a large loaf of garlic bread and thought to himself, "Garlic bread or German girl?" That's what the Italian boy said to us with a big smile and chuckle as if to say "get it?" It took a minute for us to react. We were waiting for the exciting part of the story. In fact, Julie and I still wonder what he meant exactly when he said, "Garlic bread or German girl?" Did he mean that eating was more important to him? Maybe because he is Italian, he loves bread? Did he mean that he couldn't possibly pay a visit to the German girl's bed because he ate garlic? We couldn't figure it out, but that was his most exciting story after traveling the globe for nearly four years. So boring. After eating the garlic bread, he said he knocked out and fell asleep on the kitchen floor. He never did find out who the garlic bread belonged to, and in the morning, he ate two pineapples with the German girl. It wasn't until the end that he shared he was on a pineapple farm. Any way, this guy's story became the running joke for the rest of our trip. In an attempt to imitate his very Italian accent, we repeated his story to everyone we met. If you, the reader, and I ever meet in person, ask me to tell you this story because it's humor is lost without mimicking his accent.

I dedicate this entry to Julissa Cruz, "Garlic bread or German girl?" and to the many adventures we have yet to fulfill together (on pineapple farms)! Cheers!