I had been waiting for this trip all year. At last, it was time to go. I took an Uber to the airport with my buddy and we checked in for the flight. I had just graduated college and a group friends and I planned to a trip to Northern Italy for a few weeks in the summer after graduation.
The core group was mostly people I had been close with through school. By senior year, a few of the guys were in serious relationships. They wanted to bring along their girlfriends and some of the girls asked their closest gal pals to come along. It ended up being a pretty good mix of couples, some single guys, and some single ladies. We were all open to bringing friends of friends, as long as the vibe of the group stayed casual and fun.
My buddy was teasing that I must have more baggage than anyone else in the group. I had an extra huge duffle bag. The village we were staying in was close to the base of some spectacular mountains and the thing I was most excited about on this trip was the opportunity to hike in the Alps. I brought a mass of outdoor equipment with me. We met up with the rest of the crew at the gate and we were a gaggle of excitement in one corner of the departure area. I was chatting with some of the guys and scanning the crowd. On the other side of our little group, I spotted a cute blonde who was talking with one of my friend's girlfriends. I didn't recognize the blonde and I wasn't sure if she was part of our group. I didn't think much of it at the time, other than noting that she had a sporty look that I usually found attractive. If she was coming with us, I was interested to get to know her.
The flight was long, about 14 hours including a layover. When we finally landed in Milan, everyone was feeling pretty tired. I was no exception, and dragging all my stuff to the waiting hired vans was no fun. I was slinging that heavy bag up when my buddy again joked that I packed like I was never coming back. I told him there was no way I was coming to Northern Italy without spending some serious time up in the mountains and I needed my gear.
"That sounds like fun." I heard a female voice say behind me. "I brought my hiking boots too." I turned around to see who was speaking and discovered it was the pretty blonde I had noticed in the terminal She was about three inches shorter than my six foot and had bright blonde hair pulled back into a short pony tail. She was dressed casually in sweat pants and a t-shirt from the flight, but I was paying the most attention to her sparkling blue eyes and friendly smile. "I'm Lindsey," she said offering me a soft hand. I shook her hand warmly and smiled back. "Cindy invited me along on the trip. I wouldn't miss a chance to get up in nature in the Alps for the world, so here I am." Cindy was one of the girlfriends with the group. That explained why I hadn't met Lindsey before - She fell into the "friend of a friend" category.
"Awesome," I said. "I was hoping I wasn't going to be the only hiker. It's very nice to meet you." I dropped her hand as we started moving again toward the van. What kind of hikes are you into? I'm usually a backpacker, but I think there will be more opportunity for day hikes on this trip."
"I guess you could say I'm a nature hiker. I'm mostly interested in hiking for the wildlife and the ecology," she said, "But I don't mind a challenge." We exchanged a few more words about the hiking around the lakes as we all piled into back of a few vans. We ended up in the same van, but she sat in the back row next to Cindy and Mike, Cindy's boyfriend. I had another couple next to me who were talking with each other, so I decided to doze on the ride to the lake.
When I woke, the van was winding its way through the narrow streets of a village. I was struck immediately by the scenery. The lake was a stunning blue beneath a clear sunny sky. It was ringed by sharp mountains and green hills that seemed to come right to the water's edge. The village was nestled between the lake and the hills. It was charming, with little shops, restaurants with little dining areas out on the sidewalk, and a few bars. There were some small hotels along the waterfront and a few blocks of tile-roofed houses surrounding a central square. The village was buzzing with activity, as it was getting on toward late afternoon. The vibe that I was picking up was a town that was definitely a tourist destination, but also had a vibrant local life.
The van squeaked to a stop in front of our accommodation, a vacation rental property a good distance away from the central part of town. As we all piled inside, the haggling over rooms began. The couples moved to lock down privacy for themselves and the gaggle of single girls decided to share a larger room with two sets of bunk beds. As a single guy, I found myself relegated to a large couch in a common area. I thought to grumble about how I had paid the same as everyone who had secured a bed, but I decided it wasn't worth it. I wasn't going to let a few dollars between friends ruin the mood.
That evening was relaxed with everyone tired from the flight. I walked to the center of town for dinner with one of my good friends. We had a good meal and stopped to pick up some bottles of wine for the group. When we got back, we popped them open. Everybody in the house had a drink while we chatted about the flight, the ride in, and how nice the house was.
For the next day, I proposed a short walk in the morning up to a ruin overlooking the village. It was only a little more than a few miles away up a path that was very easy. I know that there's a lot of people (most of my friends among them) who like the idea of hiking or being outdoorsy, but don't really care much for a big-effort hike when it comes down to it. I figured I would get some interest for a hike that got everyone back in time to do something else. Nobody would want to leave the Alps without being able to say they did a little walking in the hills. A good handful of the group agreed to the plan and I noticed that Lindsey was among them. The rest made their own plans and the talk broke up into little knots of conversation.
I took my drink and wandered over to where Lindsey was sitting at the dining table. She was talking to Cindy, who helpfully beckoned me into the conversation.
"Mark," she said, "do you know something about the ruin we are going to see?"
"Yeah, it's supposed to be really neat. It's a small outpost. The keep of the local lord."
"Oh Good," said Cindy. "Lindsey was asking me what it was we were walking to see, but I told her that you were the history nerd."
"Excuse me," I said, with mock offense, "but Indiana Jones was an archeologist and I think everyone thought he was pretty cool. Not a Nerd."
"Hmm, yeah, okay," said Cindy, a little sarcastically, but with a smile. "Well anyway, I thought you could tell her more about it." As Cindy got up to leave the table and rejoin her boyfriend, I thought she might have given me a small wink. Encouraged, I set down my glass and took the seat across from Lindsey.
"I'd love to. I've mostly been studying medieval history. I'm in heaven in a place like this. Okay. Honestly, Cindy is right. I am a nerd for this stuff." Lindsey smiled and chuckled at my self-deprecation. "But what do you want to know?"
"Just a bit about the building. What was it for? I mean, I know a castle is a fort. But why is there one here?"