Help. In time of peril.

I missed the turn. On the limited access road. On our return to Carbonia. Late at night. On the poorly marked Italian road. So we stopped at a service station. To ask how to get on track again. And we learned that others were in a similar dilemma. For months, travelers have been missing the exit. And so they stopped. Just like us. To inquire. Turns out the proprietor of the service station used his ingenuity. Mapped out a series of maneuvers on several kilometers of unpaved, pot-holed backroads. To get mortorists where they wanted to go. The route was a bit scary. In the dead of night. And we took another wrong turn. But someone behind us knew we had gone wrong again. And tracked us down. And turned us around. And had us follow him. So we wouldn't get lost again. Indeed, a sign that I like traveling. In Italy. Because Italians are so accommodating. So nice. They help each other. In time of peril. --Jim Broede