Raise your glasses…
Put a smile on your face…
Prepare to make a speech…
Oh, wait. That would be ME who has to make a speech, right?
Well, believe it or not (and trust me, I am still leery of celebration)
(Ringing bells and blowing whistles inserted here.)
But, in keeping with the “let’s-take-as-much-of-your-time-as-we-can” plan, it wasn’t easy.
This morning, Peppe called “Person #3” who had our official paperwork. “Come on down,” she said, more or less, as this is a rough translation.
So, we did.
We arrive at her office and are told, among other things, that she is “out in giro”…argh!!!
My initial reaction was
But, then I thought, “Piano, piano…” She hasn’t given us the paper yet.
And, then…only 45 minutes (and two mistakes on her part) later…