The Greatest Parking Spot Ever II

This morning I woke to SistaFlav’s bellissima voice saying the bellissima words, “We found the car!” Since I heard that news at a good twelve hours ago you might think that I am currently back in possession of my vehicle. But we’re in Italy, folks, and things can sometimes be… complicated.

Turns out our car was stolen and was not towed. Well okay, it was towed, but not because of the parking situation. Apparently it was the victim of a hit-and-run– someone pushed it out of it’s spot. Then the police (what is the difference between the polizia and the vigili? Another item for the Unclear List.) towed it out of the way.

SistaFlav took me on the motorino to the vigili to fill out the paperwork to take to the other tow depot (you can’t have the naughty parking violators mingling with the innocent victims of hit-and-runs, can you?). There, we learned that the transfer of ownership that we did in Calvi the day we bought the car had not gone through the system yet (big shocker) and technically we don’t own the car. This would be a monumental problem, except for that I was there with SistaFlav, who uses this undefeatable combination of TRUTH and unmitigated CHARM. She got the officer to go from frowny and suspicious to concerned and helpful. The officer told us that if we brought all the original documents (the title to the car, the proof of insurance, the Art Monastery corporate bylaws, and my passport) that she would get things moving for us. Of course the title and the bylaws were in the Casa del Popolo and the insurance was in the car. (I had my passport on me but it seemed so small and unimportant.) So SistaFlav and I leapt back onto the motorino, zipped back to her place, begged to borrow her sister’s car again, and drove like mad the hour to Calvi.

In the car on the way there the four of us remembered that today is Valentine’s Day! So we decided that Mystophur and I would stay at the Casa del Popolo. SistaFlav and BenVenuto took the documents went back to Rome. They called an hour ago to report that they got the insurance and that the car just had a scratch along the side– not at all the mutilation and horror we had feared.

Tomorrow morning, I will take the 7:12 am train to Rome, where Face will pick me up on her motorino. Then she and I will meet SistaFlav and BenVenuto at the vigili. Assuming that we can get the car started (remember now that the whole reason this happened is that the car wouldn’t start for Mystophur on two days ago) now that we have jumper cables, we’ll be back in action by tomorrow afternoon.

What could possibly go wrong?
Heh heh heh…

One last note: Being here at the Casa del Popolo on Valentine’s Day with Mystophur is perfect. He made french toast for dinner and I made a fire in the fireplace. After dinner he gave me a Tarot of Atlantis reading. This is the three-dimensional tarot system that Mystophur developed, complete with a mythology, language, and opera. We sat down on either sides of the Tarot and smiled at each other. We met because I wanted a tarot reading. Now I’ve watched him give so many readings that I know all the rules and procedures. I took the mother octahedron in both hands and put my energy into it. I could only think of our relationship and our long term future. I tossed it. Mystophur looked at the facing card, smiled and silently handed me the next pyramid. Following the same procedure, I tossed again. Mystophur looked at the facing card and began to melt. The card of the Lovers in the balanced position.This morning I woke to SistaFlav’s bellissima voice saying the bellissima words, “We found the car!” Since I heard that news at a good twelve hours ago you might think that I am currently back in possession of my vehicle. But we’re in Italy, folks, and things can sometimes be… complicated.

Turns out our car was stolen and was not towed. Well okay, it was towed, but not because of the parking situation. Apparently it was the victim of a hit-and-run– someone pushed it out of it’s spot. Then the police (what is the difference between the polizia and the vigili? Another item for the Unclear List.) towed it out of the way.

SistaFlav took me on the motorino to the vigili to fill out the paperwork to take to the other tow depot (you can’t have the naughty parking violators mingling with the innocent victims of hit-and-runs, can you?). There, we learned that the transfer of ownership that we did in Calvi the day we bought the car had not gone through the system yet (big shocker) and technically we don’t own the car. This would be a monumental problem, except for that I was there with SistaFlav, who uses this undefeatable combination of TRUTH and unmitigated CHARM. She got the officer to go from frowny and suspicious to concerned and helpful. The officer told us that if we brought all the original documents (the title to the car, the proof of insurance, the Art Monastery corporate bylaws, and my passport) that she would get things moving for us. Of course the title and the bylaws were in the Casa del Popolo and the insurance was in the car. (I had my passport on me but it seemed so small and unimportant.) So SistaFlav and I leapt back onto the motorino, zipped back to her place, begged to borrow her sister’s car again, and drove like mad the hour to Calvi.

In the car on the way there the four of us remembered that today is Valentine’s Day! So we decided that Mystophur and I would stay at the Casa del Popolo. SistaFlav and BenVenuto took the documents went back to Rome. They called an hour ago to report that they got the insurance and that the car just had a scratch along the side– not at all the mutilation and horror we had feared.

Tomorrow morning, I will take the 7:12 am train to Rome, where Face will pick me up on her motorino. Then she and I will meet SistaFlav and BenVenuto at the vigili. Assuming that we can get the car started (remember now that the whole reason this happened is that the car wouldn’t start for Mystophur on two days ago) now that we have jumper cables, we’ll be back in action by tomorrow afternoon.

What could possibly go wrong?
Heh heh heh…

One last note: Being here at the Casa del Popolo on Valentine’s Day with Mystophur is perfect. He made french toast for dinner and I made a fire in the fireplace. After dinner he gave me a Tarot of Atlantis reading. This is the three-dimensional tarot system that Mystophur developed, complete with a mythology, language, and opera. We sat down on either sides of the Tarot and smiled at each other. We met because I wanted a tarot reading. Now I’ve watched him give so many readings that I know all the rules and procedures. I took the mother octahedron in both hands and put my energy into it. I could only think of our relationship and our long term future. I tossed it. Mystophur looked at the facing card, smiled and silently handed me the next pyramid. Following the same procedure, I tossed again. Mystophur looked at the facing card and began to melt. The card of the Lovers in the balanced position.