We had to mail a package back home to Wisconsin so we thought we’d make a quick stop at the post office. Things started out a little rocky when we went into a door which we thought was the post office which ended up being a package pick up area. But luckily in that package pick up area there was a guy who spoke fluent English. So, our wrong entrance turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The man walked us around the corner and into a huge crazy waiting area where he showed us where to buy an envelope, helped us fill out the paper work and get our number so we could wait in line. I’m sure we could’ve figured all this out on our own but he really sped up the process. Grazie Sir.
The reason we had to go to the post office in the first place was because stupidly we brought an american money order from america to Italy to pay the woman for our apartment rental. Well, when we got here she didn’t want a money order and obviously there are no M&I banks in Italy where we could cash it. Our only option now is to mail it home and Brianne (Liz’s Sister) has been great enough to cash it and then wire the money in our land lady’s bank account. That’s one frustrating thing about taking an extended trip abroad, easy things like calling a bank are so much harder than when you’re home.
But this is no ordinary post office. It’s crazy. We had to wait in line for almost an hour till our number was called. Yes, you heard me right, we had to wait for our number to be called, like we were at a DMV! Also inside this post office there was a store that you could shop at while you waited. They had a books, DVD’s, last-minute gifts, wrapping paper and toys. Insane. Finally PO41 was called and it was our turn. We payed for our package and got the heck out of there.
So, if anyone back home is wondering why you haven’t gotten a package from us.. now you know it’s because that place is crazy! I wonder if this is how most post offices are around here or if we just went to a busier one?