As soon as I took over at the wheel of my nine passenger van when Steve left, I began earning extra gelatos. They are all in a reserve fund. Each time I make a tight corner scratchless, I announce to the kids that I get an extra gelato for that turn. Ezra has joined in on the fun by shouting from the back seat, if ever he hears my tires bump a curb or he thinks that I have inched too close to a wall, that I have lost my gelato. I am getting really good at three point turns (or 7, 10, and 13 point turns).
For those wondering, I have earned all of my gelatos. Almost.
By the way, my favorite part of my van is the red license plate. It warns those around me that I am a driver from a different country, which reminds locals that it might take me a minute to get around a turn, that it is possible that I can't read the no parking sign or that my foreign credit card might not go into the toll booth and the line of cars forming behind me should be patient.
5 comments:
Thanks for a good laugh!
Love it. I think I need a red license plate too... Although here in Australia the other drivers tend to just swerve around me.
I'm impressed by the turning ability and intrigued by the red license plate. I can think of a few people I know back home who would benefit from one of those.
Camille,
Very impressive job with the car. I do remember such situations when we were in Italy and Spain. I could use a Red license plate in Utah
Dad
Camille, ask Emilie, Jono, and Annelise about the time I parked your huge SUV in an underground parking lot when I was taking the kids whale watching. They were my consultants and helped me inch in and out, with much fear and trembling on my part. I definitely felt I had earned a gelato (or, in that case, a cup of great chowder). You're a brave woman, Camille. Mom
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