High Flying Dreams

by Cody Sader

Standing on the old, cracked Etruscan steps, Emanuele scouts out the people that pass by for potential customers and chats with those already eating. The day is hot, but Emanuele insists on wearing his long sleeve shirt and thigh pinching skinny pants that need adjusting from time to time. Each customer is given a friendly “ciao,” and a short conversation before being seated.

In the peaceful town of Orvieto, Emanuele Mestroni spends his days as a cheery-faced bar hand at Caffe Barrique. The caffe is small, cozy, and welcoming to everyone who passes by.

The smell of paninis fills the surrounding air and brings in curious customers, looking for a cheap bite to eat. Good food and new people are what bring him joy at his seemingly never-ending hours of work. Born in Naples, Emanuele moved to Orvieto when his parents decided to retire.

Mr. and Mrs. Mestroni chose this town for the peace and quiet that is almost always far too noticeable. Coincidently that happens to be just the reason Emanuele doesn’t enjoy living in Orvieto. Only 21 years old, he yearns for a bustling nightlife and somewhere to have fun with his friends.

“The people are too old,” he complains, and says he wants to be able to go to parties and meet new people like he did in Naples. Emanuele finds relief from the quiet town by playing the bone-crushing sport of rugby on a team called C.U.S. Perogia. This is a place he can go to create a much faster pace than he experiences in Orvieto. Emanuele enjoys the rough aspect of it and just being able to be a guy with his friends.

He is well-built, with mop-like hair and prefers to keep himself fairly well groomed, the muscles honed by the rugby scrums and training rumbling under his server’s shirt. He thoroughly enjoys his job and his free time, but he does have hopes of getting out of Orvieto soon. If Emanuele could do whatever he wanted with his life, he would either be a pilot or ride motorcycles.

The environment and community make this difficult for him, however. Finding a place to train to be a pilot has proven unlikely and he just can’t seem to find the time to ride motorcycles. Right now, he is working to be able to pay for pilot school, so he can finally get out of Orvieto, but first he would like to buy a motorcycle. His only form of transportation is walking, and he has a need to speed things up in his life. It’s like an itch that can’t be scratched in this little Etruscan town.