In 2015, my mother-in-law and I decided to take on the unknown – so the two of us went to Italy – for 3 weeks – by plane, bus, train, tram, ship, ferry and CAR!
Me, not being used to an automatic shift car, had to drive – on the “wrong” side of the road – in an unknown country… with which felt like 10 000 roundabouts along the way.
In Siena we decided to leave the car at our (very idyllic) farm stay cottage, (I think mainly so that I don’t take off ANOTHER side mirror of some poor Italian guy who just happened to park alongside the road) and take the bus into town. Well, our trip into town and back was a bit challenging – to say the least 🙂
All the bus schedules seemed Greek (never mind Italian) to us, and no-one we met along the way could speak English. So we managed to find our way – still not sure exactly how, but we managed – and at one of the little curio shops we asked a lady which way to go to catch a bus back to our cottage.
Without hesitation, she told us “Just there, at the corner, you turn wrong, and at the next corner you turn right, you will see the bus sign there”.
At least my English is almost as bad as hers, so it didn’t take me too long to figure out what she actually meant…