The At The Bank Until 11 - 2144 Words

Although we were not scheduled to meet Luisa at the bank until 11:00 o’clock, we arrived in Marsciano early the next morning to wander around town. As soon-to-be home-owner and part time residents, we looked at everything from a new perspective. Marsciano was going to be our home town, where we would attend community events, the weekly market, shop, dine in restaurants and make new friends. As we did with Johannes, we parked the car near the community elevator and took the lift up to the historic center. We acknowledged passerby when our eyes met and bid them Bouna giornata; a Good day. We window-shopped at the boutiques on the Corso Umberto, somewhat surprised at the high quality merchandise for sale in such a humble village.†¦show more content†¦I felt as if we were in a charming Italian movie. How could this possibly be real? Our lunch was more delicious than the first time we dined at this restaurant and our conversation was more spirited. We vowed to take I talian lessons as soon as we returned to California. Instead of relinquishing Power of Attorney to Casambiente, Vince was bound and determined to attend the Deed Signing ceremony in Perugia in May which meant that he would sign on my behalf so that I could accumulate my vacation time until the Fall, when we planned to furnish the apartment and move in. I asked Vince to paint each room, acquire a bed, a table and chairs while he was there, so that when I arrived in September the apartment was spic-and-span clean and we had a place to sleep and eat. It was gently raining and already dark when we arrived at the front door of BB Garibaldi in the early evening. Vince inserted the key into the front door lock, when much to his surprise, he felt the key snap in two as he turned it to unlock the door, leaving the stem in the keyhole. â€Å"Oh great! Now what do we do?† Vince said as he pulled the remaining part of the key out of the lock and looked at it bewildered in his hand. à ¢â‚¬Å"I don’t know† I answered. â€Å"David emphatically asked us not to ring the doorbell because his grandmother was always asleep. Let’s try knocking on the door or calling his name. I believe that’s his balcony.† â€Å"I’m not going to yell out his name in the street† Vince