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My Memoirs - Citizen of the World

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also because <strong>of</strong> its history. The manager knew me because <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

business my travel agency had given her for many years. Before<br />

we left for that trip, my good friends Roswell and Marcia<br />

Bosworth, publishers <strong>of</strong> Rhode Island East Bay Newspapers, who<br />

went on <strong>the</strong> same trip with us decided, as usual, to do some<br />

homework before leaving and learned that illustrious figures,<br />

including Ca<strong>the</strong>rine <strong>of</strong> Bragança, who married King Charles II <strong>of</strong><br />

England, once stayed at <strong>the</strong> Convent. The manager reserved <strong>the</strong><br />

same room, where <strong>the</strong> Queen had spent her last days, for my wife<br />

and me. It was an enormous room with a large outside patio facing<br />

miles and miles <strong>of</strong> land full <strong>of</strong> olive trees typical <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Alentejo<br />

province. What an experience…<br />

After leaving <strong>the</strong> Hotel Convento de São Paulo, I drove to a city on<br />

<strong>the</strong> border between Portugal and Spain named Elvas, so that our<br />

friends Ros and Marcia Bosworth could see Spain from <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

side. As I entered <strong>the</strong> city, I did not see a very small red light at<br />

<strong>the</strong> corner <strong>of</strong> an intersection, so I drove through it. Suddenly, a<br />

Portuguese Police <strong>of</strong>ficer, on a motorcycle, came after me and<br />

made me stop. He asked for my driver’s license and registration.<br />

He could see that I was driving a rented car and I showed him my<br />

U.S. driver’s license. He started accusing me, in Portuguese that I<br />

had gone through a red light and he said, “This is not America…<br />

Here you have to obey <strong>the</strong> Portuguese laws!” I immediately<br />

thought he was going to give me a fine, so I improvised and<br />

pretended that I did not speak Portuguese, looking to my wife<br />

seated next to me and <strong>the</strong> Bosworths on <strong>the</strong> back <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> car and I<br />

said in English, “What is he saying?” The policeman continued<br />

talking to me in Portuguese and <strong>the</strong>n in Spanish saying, “Next time<br />

I will give you a ticket. Don’t do that again!” The <strong>of</strong>ficer left on<br />

his motorcycle, my wife and our friends, starting laughing. They<br />

all cried laughing at my reaction toward <strong>the</strong> <strong>of</strong>ficer and <strong>the</strong> fact<br />

that I had told him that I didn’t speak or understand Portuguese!<br />

After returning home, I was attending our Rotary meeting at<br />

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