Just A Short Story....

Just A short Story....this weekend quite a year ago I went to a convention in Rome many many colleagues I have met, one by one they say they are professors I started to think: am I the only lecturer? almost everyone was a professor, decent men they were all coming home from my convention my dear husband said to me, "Yes! " please tell me about your conference week certainly as much experience to "leak" I told him there was a very nice colleague certainly one decade younger than me but she's already a professor! it's a shame she doesn't speak english very well and I can't tell her in Italian but I invited her to come here she immediately said yes to me because she liked a real Dutch atmosphere the Dutch cheese and cozy windmills she heard that the Dutch could be so down to earth, I picked her up from the airport she was a professor, of course I'll ask her which university she is affiliated with. her visit was a certainly a great success and I've learned a lesson in Italy and France all teachers are called professors therefore in my opinion there were too many professors for one university, so you see, never too old to learn my dear husband only knew then, when the visit from Bari came.... © Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved Sunday 11 Oct 2020