Travel with Mori #1

Travel with Mori #1

As a Hong Kong painter, it is good to have an art trip in Europe alone. With travelling such a long way, I aim at the several famous art museums this time, and now, I am on the train from Rome to Florence.

It is not my first time in Italy. However, I am the same as the other Hong Kong children, who may travel a lot in childhood with the solely entertaining mood, and when we grew up, we found that we actually missed a lot in those travelling times. A second visit is a must when we are adults.

One can focus on what one wants to see and visit when travelling alone.

While I am enjoying a cup of coffee on the train in this me-time moment, a head of whom moves toward me.

I search for what the hell of this head instantly, and this is a lady's head. Although that is good to travel in Europe, I heard about the pickpocketings in some famous tourist attractions in Europe. Therefore, I was much alerted whenever someone approaches me, particularly in the weird case of something like this. Such weird approaching is probably distracting you to steal your stuff.

The lady tied her hair into a long ponytail. If it aren't for the alertness of pickpocketing, this lady's hair quality is indeed the type that is worth admiring up close.

The lady knows she is disturbing me, so even though she is bending down her body, she still give me a  glance.

Lady: Excuse me. 

Then, she stretches her back straightly and up. This could allow me to see the lady clearly.

From the lady's appearance and the fact that she spoke to me in Italian, it was obvious that she is a Italian. All her hair on the forehead was combed back and tied into a big and long ponytail. The hair is very smooth. She wears a white vest-style top, revealing her shoulders and slim waist, and dark sports trousers.

Then, she repeatedly bends down and stretches up straightly her body, her eyes looking towards the back of the carriage.

She knows that I notice her and is obviously disturbed by her, so she said again: I'm sorry.

I am still not sure if she is playing some sneaky trick to me, so l keep watching her.

She explained: I am looking at my baggage there. I had been picked a wrong baggage before, so I am so worried it happens again. I am so sorry to disturb you.

I turned around and looked at the luggage storage area at the end of the carriage like her. At first glance, I found that the carriage is almost full and the overhead space for putting baggages are full as well. No wonder she is worried, but has to sit so far away to look at her baggage.

There is only one large piece of baggage at the end of the carriage, and it should be this lady's.

The train departs again at a station, and the lady could finally relax for a while. Then at the next stop, the lady becomes nervous again. She sits over the sideways in the corridor with half of her body reaching out. She keep bending down and sitting up straightly in front of me. Her eyes keep on the rear of the train.

She is really worried about her baggage at every stop, I start to believe that she is not trying to steal my stuff with this trick. And because this lady's figure, dress-up and hair quality are all very attractive, I start to be more or less attracted to her, and start to enjoy the moments when she suddenly draws close to me every time she wants to check her baggage.

However, just when I thought I could enjoy her movement until the end of the trip, the passenger sitting opposite to her got off at this station. Since that seat allows her to see her baggage without turning all her body around, she moves to that seat straight away. In that way, she wouldn't have to keep bending down in front of me, but could just move slightly down the hallway to see it.

Although she is far away from me now, this distance allows me to see her appearance more clearly. To be honest, she is definitely a beautiful lady, and can even be called a model. When I see her face, my first impression is that she looks a bit like Maria Ozawa. Of course, Maria Ozawa has a western face, but if you look closely, she doesn't look like Maria Ozawa that much. It's probably just because I didn't see European girls enough. At most, I can only say that they are somewhat similar in temperament. [If the story is popular, I will paint her face later.]

Instead, the body figures are really similar. One of the benefits of travelling in Europe is that you can have such high-quality eye candy from time to time.

The next stop is Florence, so I need to get ready as well.

I grab that last final chance to give a glance at the Italian lady again. However, she is not at the seat. I look at the luggage storage area at the rear of the carriage and couldn't see her there either. So... maybe she goes to the toilet ?

She didn't come back until the train reaches the station. Well, never mind, we are nobody to each other. I don't have to say bye to her before I leave. We are adults, just need to take care of our own selves. I walk towards the rear of the carriage where luggages are stored, and the exit door is just behind that area.

Just when I thought I could get off from there, an Italian guy takes away the only baggage in the luggage storage area that I believe it should belong to the lady, and he takes it off away very easily.

For a moment I thought that this Italian guy is a friend of that lady, and that lady never came back. Maybe, her friend got on the train in one of the stations, so she changed seats to sit with her friend.

Although it seems to be explained, I still feel that something is wrong. Is there any way to delay the Italian guy for a while to confirm?

I couldn't think of any way, but I just didn't want to stop the guy by accusing that he is making a mistake on the baggage when the lady appears again as his friend. , so I could only follow the Italian guy for a while and see if the lady would show up. While the platform of the station is quite long, the lady should show up soon if they are friends.

The problem is that after I followed the Italian guy for a whole carriage length, the lady didn't show up. I also discover that he is the father of a family, and the whole family begins to follow him, so maybe the guy really brought the wrong baggage!

I boldly walk up to the Italian guy and pat him on his shoulder. He turns around and looks at me, confuses.

Italian guy: What's up?

I couldn't really think of anything to say, so I just point to the baggage. Just when I am about to tell him that he had picked up the wrong baggage, his wife speaks up.

Italian wife: Hey, you picked up the wrong baggage, idiot!

The Italian guy is surprised: What?

The Italian wife said to me: I’m sorry.

Having said that, this baggage actually doesn't belong to me as well. Luckily, the lady finally shows up at this time.

Lady: Oh, really ! Lucky you saw it.

Well, for me, the best thing would be that she saw that it was the Italian guy who picked the baggage by mistake but not me.

Unexpectedly, when the lady walks towards me, she stretches out her arms and hugs me. Her head even rests on my right shoulder. The fragrance of her hair immediately enveloped me, and the touch of her face make it the most intimate contact I have ever had with a European girl in my life.

Lady: Thank you so much.

So we start to talk and walk out of the station together.

Me: I just saw it, and I thought he was your friend.

Lady: Thank you so much.

Me: So how was your baggage last time ?

Lady: Same, I saw it in time and got it back.

Me: Oh I see.

Lady: Are you traveling?

Me: Yes, I come here to see Art. I’m a painter.

The lady thought for a while and said: Oh? If you want to see Art, so are you interested in fashion show too?

Although fashion show have artistic elements, they are far away from paintings. But if she asked me that, I don't think it is polite to say that I had no interest in it.

Me: Well, yes.

Lady: Actually, I am a model at a fashion show tonight. I can give you an e-ticket for free admission for thank you helping me to get my baggage back.

We stand outside the train station and she takes out her mobile phone to look for the e-ticket.

I look at this lady next to me and thought, she is a real fashion model, and a genuine Italian fashion model. She has an e-ticket for free entry, so how could I refuse her?

However, she searched for a long time but couldn't find the e-ticket, and the situation suddenly become a bit awkward.

The lady said embarrassedly: I’m sorry, I...can’t find an e-ticket for now.

Of course I am a little disappointed: it doesn’t matter…

But she immediately said: Would you give me your contact, I should be able to find it out later, and I will send it to you.

She might just give me an e-ticket by airdrop if she could find it now, but in this situation, I can get her contact too.

After exchanging contacts, she rushed to the tram station and said, "Good trip to you! Enjoy! Thank you so much!"

I just watch the Italian model leave my sight, completely losing my vigilance against the thief, or even any awareness at all, and I am trying hard to recall her touch of intimacy on my shoulder.

I walk towards the hotel with her contact open in my hand, and her name appears on my mobile phone.

I keep repeating her name: Chiara.