After my eventful morning at the immigration office, I decided to trek out to the bank in my second attempt to cash my check. When I arrived at the very large piazza where the bank was supposed to be located at, I wondered around for awhile, looking. I finally spotted a sign for the bank across the street. Off I went. As I got closer to the sign though, it became apparent that it was a large parking lot. well where the hell is the bank at? Just as I was about to ask someone, I spoted another sign, about a door. It was inside the fenced parking lot. Shit. I wondered around for awhile, and to my surprised actually found an open gate to go in. As I approaced the bank, I noticed it was a bit different than the other, there was only one door to go through at this one, and it opened automatically for me.

Once inside I grabbed a number (Italians love those little machines that spit out numbers. I blame the machines for the Italians lack of ability to stand in a line), and again waited. This time my wait was only about 5 min though, and when my number came up, there was a nice little desk and chair for me to sit down in.

Cashing the check was extremely easy. I just handed it, and my passport to the teller, and 5 minutes later I was walking out the door with my money. It felt strange as I left. That had been too easy. Was I still in Italy?