Idiosyncrasies of our Hosts
The a Reception staff noticed on Jim's passport that it was his birthday, and gave him a DVD.
Nick, the groovy young Canadian, rode a Ducati (has 2) with a barbie doll strapped to the back, likes to have his money neatly folded and all up the same way.
Sahin provided house slippers and referred to the cleaner as the char lady.
Anna provided beautiful soap, but no extra toilet paper. Out luggage was hauled to our 3rd floor apartment by a pulley system through the window. Gave us candles as a parting gift, put on a soirée with drinks and canapés for us and other guests, but charged us €22.95 for electricity.
Fredrica told us all about the heating, but air conditioning required her to go home and come back with a special plug to use it. (High 20s most days, overnight minimums low 20s, and high humidity)
Stephania, slow speaking and slow moving, drove us through the middle of the very full of people, but no cars, town square to show us the main spots.
Donnatella briskly marched us up all the ramps and stairs like it was a flat stroll. I was pooped half way. She was older than me.
The Lord of the manor is actually a Lord, with photos of himself since childhood all over the walls.