Fabrizio was very well behaved for our little pizza party last night. He did start knocking on the door around 5:30pm, even though Alberto told him they would go at 7pm to pick up the pizza. But, apart from his impatience, he was a delightful dinner guest. Today, he's only knocked 3 times, and we've been able to avoid letting him in with various excuses.
In other news...
A while back I wrote about my adventure in trying to secure a more long-term, less limiting work permit. Just 2 days before we left for Minnesota, I finally had temporary papers in hand, enough to get me back into the country after the holidays in the US and to keep working for the time being. This week I got a message saying that my actual permit was ready and that I could pick it up at 10am today (Saturday). However, this morning when we went to the immigration office, it was dark. There were a bunch of policemen and immigrants just sitting around in the dark. "Technical problems", they told me, "come back some other time." Nothing surprises me in this country anymore.
It's cold here and there's snow on the ground. I'm loving it. The News on TV is making a huge drama out of a couple inches of snow in Rome. The world must be ending! Don't go outside, you might die! It would be funny, except of course that this country is terribly unprepared for even a slight amount of snow. Alberto's dad slipped on some ice this morning and bruised a rib :-( Salt, sand, anybody? I feel like I should be educating an entire country on how to shuffle your feet down an icy sidewalk to avoid a disaster. And let's not even talk about their driving.
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