Italy - Day one
Up at 3am. Grumpy. Cup of tea. Less grumpy.
Cappuccino at the airport. Able to manage a smile.
At Bari we went to collect the keys for our Fiat 500 cabrio. The man at the desk showed me on his little car diagram that there was just one scratch - by the wing mirror on the driver's side. When we finally found the car - that one scratch turned into half a wing mirror missing, 10 scratches, a damaged front light and so on. We made sure they updated their little diagram (we just drew a circle round the whole car).
It's cute though.
The drive from the airport was hair-raising. Wacky bloody races. Italian cars don't have indicators. They don't seem to understand the concept of a speed limit...or lanes on a motorway. It was almost funny. If it hadn't been so bloody scary.
Anyway - I got off the motorway as I needed to breathe. This is when I discovered that the Fiat doesn't do hills. And hairpin bends with a steep incline? A little embarrassing. Reminded me of when I was little and Dad saying we might have to get out and push...
So impressions of the car so far? Cute car - powered by a couple of gerbils.
The benefit of getting off the stock car race track meant that we could divert to Alborobello. To take a look at the numerous trullo buidlings. Very quaint. With the usual tourist tat.
I forgot to mention. As we had the roof down, Stu burnt his head in the car - I thought it was hilarious. Until he pointed out that I had burnt my neck / shoulder.
But don't worry. We now have rain.
The Trullo is just as promised. Private and peaceful. With 360 views. And it has treats. Just for us.