Body Paint

A few months ago, I felt compelled (who knows why) to test my ability to get out of the little alley that was my nemesis when I first bought my car.

I don't want to talk about it.

However, I needed to have an *ahem* touchup on my paint before going to the rally on Sunday (can't wait!). So, off I went to Montenero to see my buddy at the body shop. While I was there, a LARGE truck backed into the driveway...a delivery, I thought.

Then it opened. It looked like a big version of the porchetta (sandwich) vans that pull up at the fairs and markets, so I figured at that point that he was bringing them lunch.

Wrong again. Turns out that Webvan is no innovation -- Italy's had it for years. This guy had a grocery store on wheels, and the repairman simply went to purchase those items that he needed.

Love,

Alexandra

p.s. Okay, the story of the alley is really too funny not to share, so I'll swallow my pride. I didn't go as far as the stairs this time, but got stuck in the right-angled left turn. I had Florence ring the doorbell that I thought belonged to my savior of the previous occasion. As before, a head was thrust out of the window above me (this time of an elderly lady), and the conversation went something like this:
"Is Giuseppe there by any chance?"
"Nope. He's at work."
"Drat it, I'm stuck again. I can't believe I did this!"
"Hang on, I'll call him. He works in the Piazza."

Four minutes later my car had been extricated by the way-too-nice-and-patient Giuseppe, who had come home from work to rescue me and I was promising him NEVER to do it again.

Oh, and this was my view on the way back (10 minute drive):

Yes, that's Todi in the distance