At the wharf our van was waiting. The driver took us to the bottom of the serpentine trail that leads--we thought--to our house at #7. Because his van was once stuck at the top, our driver would only drop us at the bottom. We dragged our bags up two steep rises and then stopped while Lucy walked up to find #7.
It wasn't there.
We did find #12, which will be our second rental home. We'll move there in two months. A repairman was there fixing things and he gave use a tour. Then, we left the bags at the hill and searched for #7.
We found it across the street and we had to pull our bags down and up again.
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