Gaeta, Italy, part 2

Our second day of visiting to Rome concluded with a real adventure: the taxi ride from the Formia train station to the G.' house. After carefully confirming the price and that the driver knew our destination, we were off. Soon we found ourselves parked outside an ice cream shop as the driver went in to ask directions. Then, we were waved inside as, unbeknownst to us, they had called Linda for directions. (Linda had given us her address and phone number on a piece of paper to carry with us, just in case, and I had given it to the driver so that he could read the address.) Linda explained to the ice cream shop guy, who jumped into his own Fiat to guide our driver. Eventually, we made it to the front gate of the Villa G., and when we tried to pay the driver, we discovered that he had said "thirty," (as in thousands of lire) not "ten," as we had thought. (Italian for thirty is "trente," and this guy had some sort of speech problem. We thought he was telling us "ten" in English, but he was really saying "thirty" in Italian.) Ah, fun. We haggled out a twenty & change solution, then went inside to apologize for the late night disturbance.