On Saturday, June 10, we arrived in Molise, the region of Italy where we are seeking to get our citizenship recognized. We stayed one night in a bed-and-breakfast in Campobasso, the regional capital.
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| New gang in town: the three Montedori |
The section of town we were in seemed pretty characterless, and the B&B was downright sinister. There was no number on any of the buildings on the street, and no name on the door to indicate where the place was. When we called our landlady she wouldn't let us in and I think hung up on me. We had to call Peter, our fixer and factotum, and ask him to talk to her, which finally gained us entry into the place. It was odd...four bedrooms (one locked), no mirrors, tons of ethernet, and locks on the outsides of all the doors. The kids speculated that it had formerly been a cam-girl hostel.
Most sinister of all, they did a little internet searching and found that our hostess, an Italian, had posted a photo of herself shaking hands with Donald Trump. We wondered if that was connected to the swastika graffiti and anti-immigrant slogans we saw splashed on the walls around town.
Other parts of Campobasso are considerably more charming, especially the medieval old city, which is a warren of narrow streets, steep stairs, and hivelike buildings.
The next day, Sunday, we decamped to our "adoptive town," and that has been such a wild ride that I haven't had time to write about it yet. I promise I'll get on that tomorrow.
1 comment:
Love this. What're you going to call the novel?
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