This is the form you need to complete to have your mail held. Ha ha ha…can you imagine? I think the form in the States consists of four LINES not a five page document of fine print.
Now – – – you might be asking: “Ummm…Diana – if the Post Office is such a nightmare, why on earth would you CHOOSE to open bank accounts there? Why not just go to a bank like a normal person?” And I would agree with this question. In fact, while we were watching the four postal workers attempt to open our bank accounts, I turned to my husband and asked him the same question. Neither one of us had an answer. We felt a little foolish. Then later that night, I was thinking about how the Italian Posta reminds me a little of a bad relationship. Did you ever have a person in your life that did not treat you well – yet you continued to go out with them anyway? I must admit I was never one of those girls who liked the bad boys. I always liked to be treated well, but there is always that one person in your life that you allowed to treat you badly and yet you continued with them anyway. Why is that? Is it the thrill of the pursuit? Or maybe you had faith in that person hoping they would show their good side. You wanted to believe that they were capable of showing that side, so you kept going back for more, waiting for the miracle turnaround. Maybe this is me with the Posta….maybe down deep I have some desire to give them a chance to get it right. Ha, ha, ha….I guess this MUST be the reason otherwise why oh why do I keep subjecting myself to that place? I don’t know.
Anyway, I feel like lately, I have been doing a lot of complaining about the old country. So let me show you some snaps from the day after the Posta. Just a normal day: A visit to my therapist (I have a shoulder problem and am currently seeing a physical therapist). His office is in that castle looking building next to the church built around 1600. This is so FAB to me. In the States, all doctors are in OFFICE BUILDINGS. In Italy, they can be in residential buildings, in small annex buildings and apparently in mini-castles. Who doesn’t want to go to that place for therapy? Then after therapy, I usually go to get a little coffee because therapy ends at 10AM. Look at these two guys: Having their Prosecco and Aperol at 10AM. See??? Life is also good in Italy. It is all about balance!