After our dip, Nino expressed surprised that we survived the treacherous November waters. “The last guy had a heart attack,” he said. Or at least I think that’s what he said.
They thought we were crazy
November 22, 2007 By 1 Comment
We didn’t see why everyone made such a fuss, but Uncle Bruno and I thought the 70-degree weather was perfect for a dip in the sea. In Sant’andrea, going into the water in November is pure lunacy.
Nino, who took us to the marina after a 3-hour excursion in hunt for the cheese, called us “sick.” Or at least that’s what I think that’s what he said.
I’ve been called worse.
She makes it look easy
November 21, 2007 By Leave a Comment
Like in most towns in the area, Sant’Andrea’s cobblestone streets are tight, to say the least. The vast majority aren’t wide enough to fit two Matchbox-sized cars at a time, making driving for newbies a heart-pumping challenge.
Even hairier, there is a one-way path — a six-foot-wide alley, really — that’s used as a shortcut to avoid the long road that wraps around Sant’Andrea. Most drivers avoid it. Daniela doesn’t.
In fact, she zips her tiny Daewoo through it as if she’s Mario Andretti on the big oval. Uncle Bruno nearly spit up lunch the first time we took the trip with her.
Notice the scrapes on the walls — reminders of the many times drivers who took the turns a little too loose.
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