I figured that pronunciation out, oh, about a thousand quizzical looks too late.
I thought driving in Italy on my own would be a huge step up from public transportation. I didn't quite realize the challenge. It started on day one when I got off the highway and had to stop at an unmanned toll booth, count up Euros and toss my handful of change into a basket so the gate would open.
Then I had to figure out parking and driving rules.
Getting to the cities from Serramazzoni, where I was staying with a friend, was relatively easy. I followed the handy signs sporting concentric circles, indicating the way to the town "centro."
It was getting home that was the problem.