I arrived with my suitcases in Umbria at about 10:30 p.m. Although the kitchen at our resort was closed, one of the waiters was still there, and he prepared a beautiful tray of sliced bread, salami, and cheese for me. He brought it upstairs to my room. I wolfed it down appreciatively. He was so sensitive and kind, and he looked me right in the eye. Waiters in Europe are such dedicated professionals. They really take pride in their work. My father commented on it when he and my mother visited me in Vienna.
The tables below are where our delightful meals were served. I never tired of the spectacular scenery. What a lovely place!
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