Settling In

We arrived in Rome as scheduled and our one checked bag, the cargo bag containing our two golf bags, arrived too, but with some delay as the baggage guy managed to get a stroller stuck in the over sized luggage belt and took forever to free it.  Jane, the dulcet voice of the Tomtom GPS, didn't regain consciousness until just before we had to exit Rome's beltway, the Grande Raccordo Anulare.  However, she did get us to our destination.  The intercom at the gate to this gated community of apartment blocks went unanswered but a very helpful Roman pointed us the way to the entrance of the right apartment block where we took an elevator up to the top floor and found the daughter of the owner, the lovely Alina.

Alina is a delight and she was so worried that we might need assistance while she was away that she took us upstairs to meet the couple who live in the attic.  The male member of the couple, Davida, showed me how to repressurize the the hot water system and warned me that failing to turn off the adjustment valve would result in bursting all of the pipes.  So far, the number of things here that work slightly exceeds the number that don't, with the latter category including the can opener.  Fortunately muscle assisted by a small amount of jet lagged brain power meant that we had tomatoes in the minestrone. Tomorrow I will try to figure out how to reverse Lynne's decision to use the bath tub stopper as a stopper for one of the bathroom basins which is now permanently stoppered.  All of this is so Italian.