The pensione of course doesn’t have guest telephones in the room, or even the lobby. I’m used to this. To make a phone call,
(Sit down, youngsters)
To make a phone call you had to go to the PTT in the square, go to the basement, take a number, have a seat, wait until you are called, go to the booth they indicate, then give the number you want to call to the operator (who only speaks Italian). They dial, you talk, then on the way out you pay in lira.
The operators had been doing things this way since the end of WWII, and dealt with hundreds of foreign tourists a day, mostly students on Eurail passes doing the Let’s Go Europe backpacking tour and calling home usually to get parents to wire money to the American Express office so they can make it to the next city. I’d done that, I knew the drill. And so did they.
But this time I was a Businessman, a Technologist, and I had something Important to do. With Technology.