Narrow roads

Driving in Italy is very different than anywhere I've been. Okay, different is too nice. It's crazy. With Tom at work, the crazy driving keeps me home more than I'd like during the weekdays. It can be pretty intimidating.

Here's one example. Last weekend, we heard about a little village a short drive from our house that had 3o-something nativity scenes hidden all through the town. A friend of Tom's said it was fun for his kids to turn it into a scavenger hunt and see who could find the most nativity scenes. So that was our plan.

Tom and I were tied 1 to 1, while DJ had already found 2. Then . . . we had to cut our game short. Tom's friend forgot to tell us how narrow the streets were, and our Honda Pilot wouldn't fit down anymore roads. We actually had the tiny car in front of us stop, and one of the guys got out and motioned for us to back up because our car wouldn't be able to go any further down the street without getting stuck. We actually had to hold our breath and hope for the best down this street . . .