The Drive That Wouldn’t End We were leaving Rome and heading toward Venice, with a one‑night stopover in northern Tuscany. It was supposed to be simple. Instead, it turned into the kind of night that becomes family legend. It was pouring — the only real rainstorm of the whole trip — and of course it hit on the night we had to navigate rural Tuscany. The GPS kept sending us down goat‑trail roads that barely existed, and cell reception flickered in and out just long enough to
