leaving Firenza. Where art thou passports?

Have you got the passports?
No, you have them.
No pretty sure I dont. Thought I gave them back to you after arriving in florence.
No you did not. Did you check room etc etc "£$%&!"£$%&
Perhaps not.
Search of all luggage.
No passports.
"£$%&/
No credit on phone. Train conductor has no phone he can use to contact hotel in Florence but helpfully suggests we ask a fellow passenger. She says OK.
Passports found in hotel room under maps of Florence. Ironic in a way if one still had a sense of humour at this stage which was not the case for at least one of us.

Arrange for courier to deliver passports to  hotel in Rome as going to Sefro and not easily delivered there over the weekend.
Crisis averted (or at least managed.)

We arrived in Assissi to be met by cousin Gianfranco and his wife Patrizia who were going to drive us to Sefro, where we were to stay with family for 5 days.  One of us was able to communicate in Italian, the other in sign language.  But they were great and we were so relieved our luggage actually fit in their car...just.
And almost over the trauma of misplaced passports...almost.

We stopped at a Bar for a quick drink on the way, which got us back into the swing of endless drinking, eating and more eating which  was to be the theme of our stay in Sefro. As was the love and unbelievable hospitality of all our cousins and their children.

Sefro was just as one of us remembered. In the mountains with lovely fresh air and water. Beautiful and green but interestingly, still very hot. They were having the hottest summer they could remember after having one of the coldest winters ever. 2 metres of snow had fallen last winter. What is going on with all this strange weather.  Probably nothing (?)