On one of our first trips through Scotland (back in 1983), my wife and I happened to stop at a nice looking hotel in Perth, near the Huntingtower castle. It was November, and we were just winging it...no reservations. As it turns out, we we're the only guests that night. When I signed in (I have a very Italian last name) the woman replied, "italiano?". I said yes, and she called her husband out. They were both born in Italy and moved to Scotland to run the hotel.
They invited us to join them at the bar for a whisky tasting when we were settled in. Gina poured the drinks, and Aldo talked with us about his home in Tuscany and how different it was to be in Scotland. He spoke very little English, but enough so my basic Italian helped us get through many of the conversations and the jokes.
That little whisky tasting ended up lasting all night, and in the morning, we had a chance to meet their 3 children, who all had the beautiful Italian eyes, and spoke with Scottish accents. We ended up spending the next 2 days based in Perth and had a wonderful time with our new Italin/Scottish friends.
Several years later, we returned to Scotland, and met up with Gina and Aldo in Perth again. They had sold the hotel, but the new owners had their address, so we popped in. Vivan answered the door, and we continued right where we left off. This time, she had just received a shipment of vino and homemade salumi that her father sent to her. We spent the whole night in the kitchen eating salumi, drinking her father's wine, and making pasta.
Fast forward 12 years and 2 children later, and we toured Scotland again as a family this time. Gina and Aldo were on their way to their oldest daughters birthday party, so off we went with them and our children.
These are the things that tie people, families and the world together...at least for my family. As we prepare to leave for Italy in 2 weeks, we wonder who we'll run into. It wouldn't suprise me one bit if it was Gina and Aldo.