Nearly lost passport

First real scare already: the guy at the front desk said he lost my passport. That's right. I was freaking out inside, but I figured "maybe he gave it back to me yesterday". Well, he did not. After going to the supermercato (GS - "grocery store"?) for the first time, we came back, I went through all my stuff, but I couldn't find my passport. I went down to talk to him again, made him go through a bunch, and he found it. Then he blamed me for his putting my passport in the wrong place. I think Italians enjoy verbal conflict. I ignored his attempt to get uppidy (partially because I was thrilled to have my passport). I ran upstairs and put my passport in the safe.

I was thrilled to find out that the gelato place we ate at last night, Old Bridge, was in the Little Black Book. I am going to guard that thing with my life.