We stopped in this town because the guide book said it had one of the best restaurants in Italy, and it was on the way back, sort of. After we parked the car, I got out to try to find the restaurant. Haroldo was taking photos. Its a really, really small town. I got lost. I could not find the restaurant. Could not find Haroldo. Can not speak Italian. And the place is packed, there is big annual Fiat race, that ends in this town. By the time I do find Haroldo, I am panicked and crying. (Meanwhile, he is in the little town park having a wonderful snack and watching the Fiats).