Gibbs is not a blogging man- if he were he might have already blogged about doing computer favors for our Italian neighbors, being dubbed the 'mammo' by the school moms in September, italian cooking adventures including trying to find cavallo meat in the supermarket, meeting an Italian guy who has as many motorcycles in his garage as he does, getting his Italian ID card (that was a big day!), having long conversations about the nature of the afterlife in Italian with our local Italian Jehovah's Witnesses (yes, they exist), or maybe seeing dozens of vintage motorcycles at the Italian National Motorcycle Museum in Rimini last weekend.
He's not a blogger and so you haven't heard about these things, but today was just too big to go with out an entry- I have taken pictures and offered to post a few Gibbs reactions to the whole experience. He says:
"I had to show the car dealer my Italian ID, prove my residency, offer them copies of my receipt to apply for a 'permesso di soggiorno,' promise not to let a person under 25 drive the car, and have them call to veryify passage of a new law allowing foreigners to buy cars before they receive official paperwork, but never did they ask to see a driver's license."
"È vecchia, non è bella, gira come una mucca, ma è nostra" (She's old, she may not be pretty, she steers like a cow, but she's ours)
In the pictures you can see it's a totally basic model- our only extra is an analog clock. No radio, but that's OK, we have a manual one (Gibbs will sing short songs in Italian to any tune you offer). Every car in Italy is now required to have a reflective triangle for breakdowns. And our car came with a special sticker- for the record we have two 'bimbos' and I'm not one of them!
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