We’ve arrived in Umbertide, and for this week one reason I haven’t blogged is that the Wi-Fi hasn’t worked in the house. We pay for it for the time we aren’t here, and for the brief time we’re here we need to wait for a service call. Today it’s finally done.
On my usual transportation theme, we loaded the car in Grimaud, then getting out of town was a problem I’d rather forget. Anyway, we weren’t delayed too much, and we made our return trip through the many tunnels and past Genoa. We had an Autogrill stop with pasta al pesto. I had thought that, if the drive took a lot longer than expected, we’d stop for the night in Lucca. It was around 3 when we went by there, and we were ready to complete the trip to Umbertide. We got it done, finding the house nice except for Wi-Fi and TV reception. For the Internet, we used the hotspot capabilities of the local SIM on Margaret’s iPad, but we ate through the allowance quickly and needed to get more data.
Beyond that, we worked, in a small way, through matters of the house becoming mine, a difficult matter to sink in. We know how my mother’s presence is felt in the house and around town. We've stayed in Umbertide the whole time, and it’s been fine not to be too ambitious. We’ve had great times visiting with friends and in the familiar shops.
There could be more to report, but pictures of the Wednesday market generally make for a good conclusion.