A brief sojourn in Sardinia

I gripped the wheel at the standard 10 o’clock, 2 o’clock position I always assume when in control of a moving vehicle, knuckles only slightly whiter than usual this time. Navigating one’s way out of a European airport isn’t the gentlest introduction to driving abroad; unwieldy roundabouts, incomprehensible road signs, equally snail-paced fellow foreigners jerking … Continue reading