Dan, one of the sargents at the squadron offered to drive us around to look at potential houses. Since it's the weekend, we weren't able to make appointments with landlords so it was a driveby to check out the town and surrounding neighborhoods of potential places. Dan and his two kids were amazing guides. They pointed out stores they liked, showed us around their favorite towns, and even took us to their favorite gelato spot. No joke, gelato makes ice cream taste like crap.
Houses in Italy are a testament to the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover." The most rundown buildings could be completely renovated and gorgeous inside. Even the descriptions were misleading. A "house" could really mean "apartment". An "apartment" could be bigger than some "houses". We really need to get inside to truly judge a place. Also, they don't count storage rooms, basements, and attics as living spaces. So a 2 bedroom apartment/house could end up being 4 or 5 once you get inside.
Our Italian culture lesson for the day:
Each town, big or small, has a town square where they have open markets and performances. They also have at least one church. Pretty much every church has a bell tower. And they ring. Loudly. Often. They don't have synchronized clocks so the hourly ringing can go on for a good 15 minutes. For now, I think they sound magical and pretty. I'm pretty sure that's going to get old soon.