Exploring
St. Martin
Once Cento and I were installed in our room, Jutta took off for her class
reunion, which was being held at another hotel in a nearby town. She would
spend the weekend in company of her high school classmates. Cento
was a model German Shepherd Dog -- calm, composed, intelligent, and, of
course, beautiful! Once Jutta was gone, Cento and I decided that the first
order of business was to have dinner – my dinner! Cento and I went down
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dutifully sat next to me while I had a lavish German dinner. The waitress
brought Cento a bowl of water, and many guests stopped by to pet him
– a greeting process which he obviously relished. A woman walking into
the dining room stood staring at Cento, as if mesmerized. She looked
at me, and exclaimed pointing at Cento “Schoen!” How beautiful! As
the dining room filled and the traffic into the dining room slowed,
Cento stretched next to my table and went to sleep.
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next morning, Cento and I explored the narrow streets, admired the old
buildings, and walked through the fields. Cento did not miss an opportunity
to mark the trees and the vineyards. I decided that Cento had taken possession
of St. Martin! When Jutta returned from her class
reunion, we all journeyed on by car to France
for a few days, and then drove back to Wuppertal
in Germany,
Jutta’s hometown. |
