|This is our view from in front of our apartment.|
|This is our welcome gift when we get to our apartment. :)|
We are arriving earlier than scheduled but the manager allows us in the apartment early which we're very thankful for. He shows us around the apartment and gives us keys and then asks us for our passports. This is the first time anyone has asked for our passports. We didn't even have to show them at the airport! The apartment manager wants to take pictures of our passports with his phone. I'm a little unsure about this so I ask why he needs a picture and he tells us the owner of the apartment needs to know who is staying there. Hmmmmm ok I guess. So all four of us lay down our passports and he takes pictures of each one. Once he leaves Jess freaks out that I let him take a picture of our passports so now I'm freaking out too. I'm googling to see if this is 'normal' or if we've all just given this complete stranger our passport information. Of course when I look at the google remarks there are a million people that say it's normal and a million people that say it's unheard of. My mind instantly goes to the movie Taken but I don't say a thing to anyone else because everyone is freaked out enough already. I have to admit though, during our entire stay in Rome, every time I heard a siren I held my breath a little bit. I think I've watched The Bourne Identity a few too many times. (But I do stick the phone number of the American Embassy in my purse. Just in case.)
We don't let that 5 minutes of craziness detour us though! We set down our suitcases and set out to see some Roman ruins.