Yesterday the telephone rang, strangely enough both Michael and myself picked it up simultaneously, but I left him to take the call which went something like this:
Caller – Good afternoon is your restaurant open to non-residents, can I come to dinner?
Michael – Well yes…. and before Michael had time to give further details or find out more the line broke.
Two hours later a guy rolls up here at Bellaugello Gay Country House, and enquires as to dinner and possible accommodation. Being busy in the kitchen I asked Michael to show the guy around, we had one suite vacant last night so we would have been delighted to let it. The tour proceeds in blazing sunshine, during which time the guy asks if guests ‘make out with each other’ and also if ‘you the owners make out with the guests’ Ok maybe reasonable questions but to me a bit on the edge of decency. The said guy then asks if he can spend the afternoon poolside, stay for dinner and then decide whether or not he will take the vacant suite…. oh really!
Ho Hum! Me thinks not. Firstly I believe that guys staying here are entitled to exclusivity, they have paid a reasonable amount and for that deserve privacy, pampering and peace, so I make a policy of not allowing day visitors. Secondly, it was all too apparent what this particular guy was after and that is not a service we provide here at Bellaugello, I am not a pimp (and yes, I have been asked on more than one occasion to be one)… So not being able to go poolside the guy got into his car and presumably went back to his hotel in wherever it was, Assisi I believe, however before doing so, his parting shot to Michael was, that he “would like to have fun with a guy like him”
Early evening the phone rings again, as agreed Michael picks up;
C – Good evening, listen I was just wondering if you and Alec fancy a threesome with me…
M -(profoundly shocked and at the same time trying not to laugh) no, goodbye
Of course several of the guests had witnessed and heard some of the earlier conversation that took place during the tour, and quite naturally wanted to know the gory details. Oh how we all chuckled at dinner last night which we enjoyed on the terrace, a soft balmy breeze wafting the fireflies in the heady lavender, still warm home-made crescia filled with local prosciutto, breast of chicken stuffed with pesto and mozzarella and scrumptious aubergines, breaded and deep fried garnished with the sweetest of tomatoes straight up from Sicily, mezzalune filled with spinach and peccorino, and a smooth dark chocolate mousse, my how well one eats in Italy.