My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
My Memoirs - Citizen of the World
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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