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Report #3 — Not far from Arezzo is our villa. We arrived at the gate, and found Patty Matas and Linda Harvey waiting, bleary-eyed from an all-night train trip from Salzburg. We waited, fully cooperative with the instructions that we were NOT to arrive early. It was 3:30. Check-in was 4:30. <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

We waited some more. Jane and Jim Grage arrived, and we waited. We called the assigned phone number and left a message in fractured Italian. “Noi siamo arrivano! Noi siamo a portare!” (We have arrived. We are at the gate.”) No answer. Nobody came. Finally, Patty, Mike and Liz drove down to the tiny hamlet of Alberero, threw ourselves on the mercy of a woman in the Despar grocery store, and after much gesturing, realized she had called someone, they would be by to pick us up in 20 minutes, and we should wait. An hour and a half later, we gave up. Mike’s cell phone rang. It was our crew, calling from the villa. They were in. We drove back up the hill and joined them for our first night at Podere Miri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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