On his last trip to Italy, creepyanonymous accidentally drove on the Piazza Maggiore in Bologna, then vowed never to drive in an Italian city again.
Right now he's really, really wishing he'd kept that promise.
We've decamped from the villa outside of Florence where we've been staying with family for the past week. We're now in a hotel in the middle of town for a couple of nights because creepyanonymous is going to Moto GP tomorrow and I wanted to stay somewhere with things to do within walking distance.
We wouldn't have been driving anywhere near the center of town in the first place if creepyanonymous hadn't sworn up and down that the hotel had a parking garage. I'd had a route mapped out, but creepyanonymous, who freely admits he's gotten lost in every Italian city he's ever set wheel in, goes and second-guesses the navigator.
So we end up here. Oops.
creepyanonymous is dying of embarrassment. I'm alternately comforting him and wishing out loud that it weren't 6 AM at home so I could SMS everyone we know. And the best part? Greater Florence couldn't have given less of a shit that we were driving through the pedestrian area to top all pedestrian areas. Locals were thinking, "Stupid tourists." Tourists were shrugging it off as normal Italian driving wackiness. And the carabinieri and two polizei we drove past didn't bat an eye.
OK, that's not the best part. The best part is that if creepyanonymous ever tries to question my navigating again, he is thoroughly pre-PWNED.