We spent the morning in Monte Carlo and then drove on to Italy. At the border we noticed a carload of four American college kids. They followed us for miles, finally passed us and yelled “Race?” We decided we’d run a psychological experiment so we passed them while holding up a sign saying, Race No, Bier Ya”. They nodded and pulled off in the next town. We followed and they came over to the car, viewed our Holland plates and asked if we spoke English. We shook our heads, asked “Sprechen sie Deutsche?” and Jeanine rattled at them in German. Then she used halting English, only a few words and one of them spoke a bit of German. Now that they thought we couldn’t understand, they really started planning. "Get two of them in this car and two of us in theirs. Help – I can’t think of how to say it in German. Get them out of the car so we can see them. Keep talking to them Joe and try to really get something going." We sat there and just smiled while Jeanine talked. They asked us to come to Rome with them for four days. Oh brother! We left after having Jeannine haltingly explain we had to be in Milan. Boy! American boys must really think girls from Holland are pushovers.
A daily diary of a journey in 1962. Please post comments about where you were then on the Background page.
1962 was pivotal. This is the background:
It was a year colored by the Cuban Missile Crisis, an escalating involvement in Vietnam, the Berlin Wall and the Cold War with Russia, Civil Rights issues, a nascent space program, Nelson Mandela in prison, Betty Friedan's, The Feminist Mystique, the Beatles, Rolling Stones and the death of Marilyn Monroe.