Well the selection narrowed us down to three choices. Number one on the list didn't answer the phone to us (her loss, we decided) so the winner was contestant number two, Brazilian Paulo. I hope he turns out alright, he was heavily pushed by me as he gave off a strong aura of 'boy next door' niceness and had a whiff of geek about him. I do love me a good geek. My housemate Cristina was a little disappointed that we appear to have the only non-stunningly attractive Brazilian man in Brazil coming to live with us, but I think after the initial shock (ok I'll admit it, I was half-hoping for a bronzed god too) she came round to the idea.
I reckon Paulo will be happy here though seeing as our house was blessed this evening. Yes, for the bargain price of three euros (voluntary offering but I wouldn't suggest not giving, you wouldn't want to risk it) the priest came and said a prayer in our dingy hallway and waved a silver baton around at us. I'm not a catholic so am not familiar with these routines, but luckily Cristina was on hand to intervene when I answered the door to the local priest and just sort of stood there looking confused and gormless while he explained that he was here to do an 'easter blessing' on the house. Then my other housemate (the German one who's leaving) joined us, and there were two of us looking gormless while the priest and Cristina went about doing signs of the cross and waving batons. She then left me to practice my conversational skills and ran off to collect some change, placing it in the don's hand before thanking him profusely and gently ushering him out the door. She closed the door, rolled her eyes almost imperceptibly but otherwise didn't bat an eyelid, and went to return what she had been doing, only explaining after I physically stopped her and demanded to know just what exactly had just happened. All in a day's work for an Italian.