Spain and Italy

I lived in Italy when I was 2 years old. I have memories from it but they seem almost surreal. I remember our dog Prince jumping out the second story apartment window. I remember eating most of a bottle of Flinstones’ vitamins. I barely remember the earthquake of ‘74 and living in a tent immediately after it. I have an image of the canals of Venice and another of a large wine bottle I got into. I don’t know how many of my memories are real and how many were fabricated in my mind to match events or stories I heard my parents tell.

I lived in Spain for 3 years in the early ‘90s. I was in the US Navy and stationed at Rota in Andalucia, across the bay from Cadiz. What little Spanish I know is marred by the lisping Andalucian accent (making it Cadeeth, not Cadeeze).

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