Radio off.
Passenger side window down.
As I was trying to figure out why he making fists and making an alarm sound I realized that he was saying my alarm went off. Once I nodded saying I understood he said “pizzeria, speaks English.” Oh crud…what happened? And wasn’t I just thinking on my drive home that I have to remember to turn off the alarm before opening the door?
I walked back out to the street where he was still waiting for me, still “telling me” what he needed to in addition to “okay.” He also made some sort of motion and yipping noise so I asked “il gatto?”
We walked next door and poor Joe (the pizza man) knew right away that his translation skills were needed…and he fessed up that the previous tenant also needed his translation skills which was a huge weight lifted from me because here I thought I was the American Girl who didn’t know any Italian that the Navy sent to Italy
At any rate, the story came out that my alarm had gone off about 10 minutes prior (phew, not at 0600) and make its lovely noises for 3 minutes. Both assured me that they didn’t see anyone and that MdP really is a safe place. After all of us throwing out our suggestions: sensors not really turned off, il gatto, a window/door not really shut, etc I was once again told that someone is always next door and they keep an eye on everything. (I believe this since I still get the stare down every time I’m driving to/from my place around town). It was also recommended that I contact the guy to come look at it again. Um okay- you don’t have to tell me twice.
So in summary, we still don’t know why the alarm went off. Nico and I did a walk through (poor little guy was freaked out) and found all the doors/window secured and everything there it was when I left hours prior.
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