We were on a train from Val D'Aosta to Turin. We had been teaching children at a school run by nuns in the mountains. We were to spend a weekend in Turin before flying home.
As the train jostled our knees touched. His knees were sun-kissed brown with tiny golden hairs on them. He was tall and well built and his legs enclosed mine. As the sunny hills and fields of Italy went by I felt shots of excitement and knew myself to be completely happy.