As an only in Italy story, yesterday our dear friend Matteo called and said he had finally tracked down the mother of Max. All of my connections were false. She wants to sell to us, the grandmother wants to sell, it was the attorney who was just being irresponsible. What was Shakespeare's quote about lawyers?
So, we leave here knowing that we will buy the apartments. Luckily everything is in place for a stand in for us to be at the Rogito, and to transfer the money. I have the feeling no matter how long we would have stayed here, we would have found out about this the day we were leaving. Viva Italia!