“Quick! Ask him!” I quickly pulled the car over, and K stuck her head out, startling the poor gentleman with her one sentence in Italian: “Dove il Pendante Torre?” I’m not sure that even qualifies as a sentence. I’m sure somewhere along the line, we missed syntax, grammar and vocabulary. The accosted gentleman looked at …
I’ve posted this story before, but I’m all hopped up on audio these days, so I’ve recorded it. You can listen to it here. It’s a *.wma file, again, for size. You’ll need Windows Media Player to listen to it. If you want to look at pictures while you’re listening, go here.
We got back from Italy last night. It took us about an hour to unload the car and find places to stow to the olives and biscotti and other treats we’d bought at a supermarket near the Austrian border. Even the drive home was amazing. We drove through Sudtirol, crossing the Dolomites. This part of …