Monday May 21 Renting a car is never fun or easy, especially if you're not sure where the rental place is, it's pouring rain, and each well meaning Italian stranger points you in the wrong direction. We did finally get there however, and found our tiny, very authentically Italian ford fiesta waiting for us. My father was disgusted that it was an automatic, though I was kind of glad, since in an emergency the last thing I want at the wheel is to be crying and screaming, "clutch, you devil machine, CLUTCH!". He was even more disgusted when it developed that the little power outlet slash cigarette lighter thingie didn't work, so the iPhone Tom Tom rapidly ran out of juice. The Tom Tom was set to a very officious British voice who butchered Italian
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