Admittedly, while I was working as a truck driver, driving through Europe, I enjoyed Italy the most. I spend a night in a hotel on a lone road in Maranello and drove all the way to Sicily to deliver high octane racing fuel to a racing event there.

But to this day, the only Italian sentence I truly remember is “Un posacenere per favore.” 😅 old habits die hard.

Mille grazie! Great article 😁