I come out at 5:10 a.m. so I can wait for the cab driver, but he's already there. Great! I love promptness. He puts my stuff in the station wagon and we head out. I'm reading all the street signs and making sure he's actually taking me in the direction of the airport, rather than looking to rob me and dump me in some random hood. Anyway, we're moving in the right direction, and one of the things I notice is that there's actually LOTS of people out in this one neighborhood. I think, wow, these Italians are early risers! No... we drive a little further and I see a club called Limelight. They're party animals! Partying til 5 in the morn. Wow. I remember when I could do that (a loooong time ago).
So we finally get on the highway or autostrada and my cab driver turns into a formula one driver. I think in his mind, he's driving a Ferrari at Monza. So I'm looking at the speed, and he's going about 150/kph - approx 90 mph! He'd go even faster than that at times, while playing with his cool navi/stereo display screen. At one point I thought we were going to hit a divider since the highway split in two. Now, I'm generally ok going 90-100 mph - I've driven to Vegas - but not while anyone was playing with the little display. And not only was he speeding, he wasn't always staying in his lane. Sometimes he'd drift into the next lane and just straddle two. My palms were sweaty and I actually had to pray to God for my safe arrival.
We finally arrive at the airport (woohoo!) and I ask how much. Jeff had told me it would cost me around 90, the hotel guys told me 75, so I had set aside 100 just in case. I see the meter display and it says 127. I nearly have a heart attack since I only have 106, until he tells me 95. Whew! (It's supposed to be a flat rate to and from the airport, kind of like NYC.) I tip him and have 6 euros left to buy bread and water. I am a lucky girl.
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