We had booked a room at a vineyard high up in the Sicilian mountains. We plugged the phone into the car, entered the address, and trusted technology like the modern idiots we are.

What four adults somehow missed was that the phone signal was terrible. The GPS quietly recalculated after we missed an exit and suddenly we found ourselves on a gravel road in the middle of meadows and olive groves. The kind of road where it was obvious no car had driven for the last 15 years.

It all peaked when we reached an incredibly old stone bridge, clearly built for horse carts in another century. The “tunnel” through the bridge abutments was exactly 4 cm wider than our car, with a sharp right turn immediately after.

My husband had to get out, walk ahead, and guide me through it like an air traffic controller while I prayed in three languages.

There are still six days left of this vacation with total disregard for stop signs and yield signs…

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