It was over the next 3 days as the new house guests  Pat (Halifax Canada) and Daniel (Berne Switzerland)were settling in, that l declined any wine with the meal. My action was seen as a challenge to the status quo, but other than pouring wine through my hand covering the glass it was agreed by the looks exchanged that this was far from over., but it was time for both sides to step back...not being adverse to 'testing the water 'again l refuse the limoncello which came out next...the temperature started to rise as this had become far too provocative and our fingers were inching towards the nuclear buttons we each carried. This was MAD ( mutually assured destruction)  and a total waste of  energy for the only rational  basis of my efforts was to regain some autonomy, and not cause egos to spontaneously autodestruct.
My only court of appeal was Vanna for although Danilo wore the trousers she most definitely made sure they never fell down,and that had to be avoided at all costs.
She ia a wonderful listener and was aware that both sides needed to maintain face and bit by bit  l explained over the  meal times about reducing my calorie intake to my desired level. The message was starting to get through as portion control was helped by my  2 new school colleagues who were both keen to leave number 3 in the same state of fitness as they arrived.
Slowly, it all became forgotten and smaller portions were graciously served as my time for departure came closer, but made me very aware that hospitality may be more complicated than just being a paying guest and NEVER underestimate the power of a woman.
There was movenent in Itermediate ll, as new students joined, and with that the whole landscape changed. The easy relationships that had been established  only 2 weeks previously were consigned to the 'imperfetto' and it seemed it only took hours before the 'passato prossimo ' was used to describe our time together . By the end of my week 3 at the school, the relationships so alive and important previously had gone into the 'trapassato prossimo'.
We are all consigned to the 'trapassato remoto' like it or not.
There was unfinished business in the form of a trip to local thermal baths.
Terme di Chianciano was our chosen destination  ( the area is very well known for its thermal springs), and Pat had enjoyed being there before, so off we went. No public transport for the day but Vanna always the jewel in the crown gave us a lift. These terme are known as being a haunt for the beautiful people of Rome so although it may not be where Bella Figura was born it certainly was its home from home. Worth a look.