My Journey with Farrah - Alana Stewart [25]
November 27, 2007
The past few days have been a blur of jet lag and IVs. We haven’t even been outside the room. Farrah is feeling stronger and better.
November 29, 2007
Mimmo returned from Los Angeles today. Tonight he took Farrah and me to dinner at a charming restaurant for a typical Bavarian meal: duck, red cabbage, and potato dumplings. It was delicious. I translated his Italian into English for Farrah and vice versa. He looked more handsome than I’d remembered.
When we got back to the clinic, I was going to get out of the car with Farrah, but she looked at me and slyly said, “Why don’t you two go have a drink and catch up?” (She knew quite well what she was doing.)
Mimmo seconded the idea, so he and I went to a small bar nearby and had several Ramazzotti’s, my new favorite drink. He asked me if I wanted to come back to his house, which was a few blocks away. It’s such a small town that everything is a few blocks away. I still wasn’t sure how I really felt about him or if I was ready to resume where we had left off. Maybe it was better to just leave it at that and be friends. However, I think that Ramazzotti might have an aphrodisiacal effect on the brain, because I found myself back at his place. When we made love this time, for some reason, it was off the charts amazing! It was a fairly sleepless night since I don’t sleep well in a new environment, and besides he was curled up to me way too closely, with his arm around me.
He drove me back to the clinic around 9 A.M. and as I tried to sneak quietly into my room, Farrah heard me. Now I was in for it.
“Well, the slut of Tegernsee is back!” Farrah called out from her adjoining room. She was already up with Dr. Jacob, gleefully awaiting my return and wanting “all the details.” They both had quite a time at my expense. Farrah did greatly exaggerated imitations of me the rest of the trip—staggering into the room, disheveled and exhausted after my night of passion with the Italian chef. I think it gave her great pleasure that I was having this little romance here. She knows what I’m giving up to be with her in Germany, and she wants me to have a little happiness, a little fun, away from the clinic.
December 1, 2007
Last night I had dinner with Mimmo at his restaurant. Farrah didn’t feel up to coming, so he cooked some wonderful pasta and after we’d eaten we took it back to the clinic for her. She wanted to go to sleep early, so I went back to Mimmo’s house. Again, it was absolutely wonderful. We made love all night. I never imagined I’d have this kind of hot sex again at this stage of my life. He told me that the reason he can make love to me like this is because he’s in love with me. It sounds so romantic in Italian. “Sono innamarato di te.”
Tonight Farrah and I went with Dr. Jacob and her boyfriend, Manfred, to dinner at Mimmo’s. Mimmo went all out to make a fabulous dinner for us. Ravioli with asparagus and Pecorino cheese and fresh fish with small roasted potatoes and spinach. He brought us a marvelous dessert called Crema Catalano, similar to flan but better. Farrah and I both think it’s the best Italian food we’ve ever eaten. I went back to the clinic with Farrah afterward. I didn’t want to leave her alone again for the night although she was feeling quite well. I, however, was exhausted.
I was lying in bed thinking about the past few days. It feels kind of strange and almost disloyal to be having this romantic love affair while I’m here with my best friend who is fighting cancer. It’s probably just my overblown sense of guilt. Farrah doesn’t see it that way at all. She’s thrilled for me. She thinks I should go for it and that Mimmo is great for me. I like him a lot, but I’m pretty clear that it’s just for now. Maybe God brought him into my life to help me get through all