As you may or may not remember, we sent part of our things with Joseph and Paul. In retrospect, I wish we had sent everything with them. This is one of the problems in making progressive decisions. The Stoic One kept thinking we could leave most of our things behind. I thought so too until I looked at them and got misty eyed. He capitulated. Thus we have our own container waiting in Oakland for the proper paper work, which we can only get in Italy. Argggh. So our things are somewhere in the port waiting to be released to be put on a ship to go to Italy.
Meanwhile, Joseph and Paul are in Italy, they got all of their documents arranged and so their container was on its way. The container was sent from Oakland to Livorno and then put on a truck and driven to Umbertide. Naturally it was raining the day of the delivery.
How did they get all that stuff up the stairs to the apartment?
Very slowly up this ladder! Nothing was broken, or dropped. All arrived safely.
The next event was Martino's first communion. He is the second son of Manuele. I affectionately call him a terrorist, but Manuele objects to the term. I suppose hellion is a better word. You decide.
Here is Martino looking ever so sweet.
Life in Umbertide continues without me.