From Rome Dad and I went down south to a small town called Pollica which is in the mountains, where we visited the rellies for a few days. We hired a car and with much discussion we both got to take the wheel which was on the left hand side and driving on the right side of the road. Tripped us out at first but got used to it. Going 120 down the highway with cars flying past was something also to get used to.
No one spoke english in the town so was a tough few days trying to communicate with everyone but was great to meet all the relatives and see the roots of the family and where I come from.
We went to the local cemetary one day and to my amazement literally 2/3 head stones were "Ruggiero". It's like smith but it italy!
