Here is my apartment on Via Arienti:
From the front door:
The living room: (notice a coffee pot?)
The huge bedroom:
The typical Italian bathroom with a shower and toilet you can't see:
And a long, narrow kitchen with microwave and dishwasher!
So, where shall I begin? The owner showed me around, gave me keys, and showed me how to work appliances and wifi. He left. He lives 50 km away, but I have a local contact who lives in Bologna if there is an emergency, Senora Lucia.
My first challenge was the coffeepot. I filled the American coffee maker with water, a filter and coffee. It would not go on. I tried it in the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom, and gave up. I found a small moka pot and made an espresso. But I was determined! I tried again. And AGAIN! An hour later, I got the plug to go even farther into the wall, which made the light come on!!! Perfect.
At about 7, as I was done unpacking all of my luggage, and had connected successfully to wifi, my doorbell rang. I didn't know if it was the door or the phone. I picked up the phone and said "Pronto?" No one was there. I answered the door, reluctantly, but there is also a sturdy metal gate on the outside, and met the downstairs neighbor. He began rattling off in speed Italian, that he could hear me walking above his head, and wanted to know if I was told that noise traveled easily on the floor above his head. I asked him to speak more slowly. I said I didn't know. I said I would try to be more quiet. (I even had on rubber soles...) He said he and his wife work and get up early. It was only 7p.m.! He said, well if you weren't told, it is not your fault! I tiptoed around, and later saw him down in his back yard at 8:30! Allora! He waved and said, "Buona Notte."
The last, and greatest disaster of the evening, was the door to the terrace. The whole reason for me choosing this apartment was a terrace where I can sit outside and smoke. It was a lovely evening, and I went outside several times (once I had coffee...).
I shut the door, and came in to blog. I left my cigarettes, lighter, and ashtray outside.
When I was ready for bed, I went out for the last smoke. The door turned itself into a window that only opens from the top!!! I pushed and pulled and turned the handle device in a gazillion different ways. Tthe people downstairs must LOVE ME NOW, as it is 10:45p.m. , and I am in my nightgown. I could get dressed and go out on the street, I could wait until morning and try again. I called Brad for sympathy. I tried again. I REALLY want to go outside and smoke!!! My cigs are out there! My LIGHTER is out there. I can't get out there! Is this an emergency to anyone but me? I wonder if Senora Lucia is a smoker, who would KNOW this is a good reason to call late at night. I wonder if I can blame all of YOU, as I came in to BLOG, people, and now look!!! (ok, stop with the smoking lectures!)
I have more cigs. I found a lighter in a drawer. : ) I opened those lovely double doors in the bedroom, and the shutters, and hung out the railing and had a cig. I used a water bottle as an ashtray. My teacher is coming at 9 a.m. I need a MAN to do this! Maybe he can help me. Maybe I will figure out the damn thing in the daylight? I will be at the neighborhood cafe by 7!!!