. . . no longer.
Actually, we never were homeless, but after our house sold - in three days, mind you - we have lived either in a hotel or in temporary government quarters. The GI quarters aren't bad, but it really doesn't work for us. We need a house - a place of our own - not institutional living and loaner furniture.
Fortunately, a friend and colleague from Virginia is also stationed in Naples. She connected us with her landlord, and sometime this week, we will make a deal on a nice little villa in Licola. It is brand new, three bedrooms, marble floors, granite countertops, air-conditioning, security system and gates, garage and . . . wait for it . . . a pool.
No photos yet, but we should have some this weekend.
Buona Notte!
2 comments:
About time! We've been too ashamed to talk about the itinerant Italians we're related to. :-)
I'm sure you know this with your Brittanic Knowledge but marble floors + freshly-exited pool are a heady combination. I use the word "heady" to hint at the most likely part of your body to test the physical sturdiness of the marble. I've done this experiment for you already (using a similar floor in Cyprus) so you don't have to and the answer is: VERY owie hard.
Fingers crossed for the villa going smoothly; look forward to the photos!
(p.s. Blogger's OpenId authentication appears to be broken).
Fortunately, the pool has a paving stone deck, and I am as sure-footed as Oreamnos americanus.
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