Ok, not our cantina…….
To translate: We can’t make this sh*t up. Ok, let’s back up a bit to our survey/inspection. The photos we received from that day included a brown arched outside door, with a lock on it. We understood this to be a cantina (basement/cellar). The day we arrived and saw the home, the listing agent Nicoletta pointed at it, Mike asked “if it’s ours?” To which we thought she replied “Si cantina”. Ok, in the 3 sets of keys we received, not 1 key opened the lock on this cantina, which is directly below our property. When we realized we had a ton of unwanted crap (now 7 kitchen cabinets, a stove contraption thing, a broken hibachi, storage units, miscellaneous junk) we reached out to the Attorney’s office again to contact Nicoletta and inquire about the flippin cantina. They replied that according to Nicoletta: basically it isn’t owned by anyone. The previous owners used it, if you can access it, go ahead. Ok… We asked, we checked and we thought perfect spot to store the crap until we know how to get rid of it. Only problem still, the lock. Mike went and bought a cutoff wheel. So imagine his excitement with a power tool that’ll bust the damn lock off!! In 2 seconds he was “In like Flynn” Party!! Imagine all the space I’ll have if all the sh*t was gone!!
Smartie starts dollying cabinets down to the cantina. He bought a dolly yesterday to load the bags of concrete back to the house. They’re 50# each! As this is going on, I’m so excited thinking how clean the kitchen will look! But I can hear a bunch of Italian coming from outside. Outside our bedroom window is our neighbors front door. We’ve waved in passing on the Main Street. She’s very old and of course doesn’t speak English. Her home is not connected to ours. Well, Apparently Mike busted into her cantina and now she’s standing in said cantina (with 1/2 of our kitchen cabinets) with the other neighbor Maritzio (Who lives next to her). What the actual insert F word 😳 🤦🏼♀️.
Mike is now trying to explain to 2 neighbors we were told it was “ok“ for us to use and Nicoletta said it’s our cantina…I come outside trying to get my damn google translate going to calm Ms. Josephina down and convince her we’re not breaking into her cantina, but we’re so so sorry for the misunderstanding. All while I’m pissed that these damn cabinets are now coming back inside my flipping house.
So Mike wheels the haul back around up the hill to our door and gives me a double chuck 🖕🏻🖕🏻. He then had to get a new lock & key to give to Josephina, because hers was in 2 pieces 🪚….For the love of God only us! Would you ever think the cantina door in your file photos that the agent said was ours, actually wasn’t ours… but Josephina’s – who lives across the way. Imagine she called the polizia and we got arrested for trespassing or a B&E.
Moral ~
1- Don’t use Nicoletta
2- Don’t assume even with a photo & an “ok” that the cantina is yours.
3- Don’t wheel your junk anywhere unless it’s the dump 🤣.
4- Don’t piss off Josephina
5- Mike “If you don’t have the key, don’t cut the f-ing lock”.
6- Mike “ when you assume, you make an ASS out of You and Me”.
Enjoy the photos!! And the good laugh at our expense.
Ciao.
