Alas, as with everything in a foreign country, there is always another piece of paper or another something that you need, that of course you don't have, and can't manufacture. But on this day it wasn't the reams of paper that got in the way but the electronic signature machine wasn't working.
I'm sure it was tired, since we'd tried to sign almost 40 times. So we were told to come back on Friday and it would take, 20 minutes at the most.
Was this frustrating? No. Although we have Italian passports, we are still guests in a country that does things a bit differently that we do in the US, and if you are a guest, act like one. This is what makes living here an experience. We walked out of the post office having made several new friends, including the bank manager who worked so hard to get us what we needed. Every day we meet new people, either expats from the UK, Australia, or US, and every day we meet more locals who welcome us into their shops and restaurants. We are indeed blessed. Ciao for now.