Apparently, our internet company has reached a deal with our landlord. For the next week, our internet will be on from 11 p.m. to 6 a.m. every day. Too bad we haven’t had jet-lag in over a year. But I guess it’s better than nothing. Fortunately, my clever husband already schedules some of his work time from 5-8 a.m., so it’s not completely wasted. We’re spending next week at a friend’s house in Sicily to rewind our visas, so hopefully everything will be straightened out by the time we return. Just for fun, I checked to see if my Italian residency document is ready to pick up yet, but no dice. Looks like it may well be expired before it’s ever issued. Or perhaps it’s been gathering dust for months in the Cuneo Questura, and just hasn’t made it into the snazzy state-of-the-art electronic notification system yet. At least we’ve been out of Italy for more than three months, so I am fine to enter with just my passport.
In Sicily, we look forward to gelato, real pizza, going to Church in an actual ward, and visiting one of the most important archaeological sites in Europe. This is according to my used ten-year-old edition of Lonely Planet, which I happened to randomly find for sale at a little corner store in Hammamet. All the prices listed in the book are in lira instead of euros, and budget European airlines are described as an emerging phenomenon, but I figure the most important archaeological site in Europe can’t possibly have gone out of date in the past ten years. I guess I’ll let you know next week.
For now, since I’m having warm, fuzzy thoughts about Italy, here are a few photos from our former Italian life:
On the street where we lived
Buying bread at my favorite bakery
Severely underdressed but blissful outside the Duomo in Milan
Eating gelato in Florence
Picking wildflowers in the shadow of the Bisalta
Sometimes it really is worth all that red tape, isn’t it? Italy, here we come!