Steve Dilbeck: An Italian surfin' safari
Admittedly, he was a little drunk.
``I love to surf,’’ he said.
This is great and not unusual, except this was an Italian and he works in the Alps.
I would give you his name, but it has more letters in it than some Italians menus. Safe to say, he works behind the desk and bar of my hotel. Think he’d like it if I called him ``dude.’’
He has blond thin hair, kind of a scraggily beard. Grins a lot. Very thin. Looks sorta like a 22-year-old surfer.
Turns out he’s 27. That he’s college educated. Said he graduated from the university in Milan. Actually has a masters degree in
psychology.
``We really knew how to party at the university,’’ he said. ``I love to party.’’
He was actually working for a company in human resources in Milan when he looked out the window, saw the sun shining and told his boss he was gone.
``I surfed in Spain,’’ he said. ``I was teaching wind surfing. I love wind surfing.
``But surfing, that is what I really love.’’
Right now he’s loving snowboarding. He’s working in the Alps this winter, working nights at the hotel and snowboarding during the day. Presumably he sleeps sometime.
``I love snowboarding,’’ he said.
That’s good, because it is a tad difficult to surf in Italy. There is no Huntington Beach of Italia. He has big plans, though, and none include returning to a downtown office. He wants to travel to Africa, to Australia, then who knows?
Just another Italian wanderlust surfer boy, looking for the perfect wave. And a good party.
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