Drivers in Rome were a terrifying bunch. Drio, now apparently focused on getting back to his place with a single-minded determination that was fairly glorious when I wasn't clutching my seat convinced that I would die, left them in the dust. I swear his flash-step magic extended to his car because that was the only way he jammed us into some of those slivers he called "openings" in other lanes. By the time he'd wedged us into something approximating a parking spot, I was breathing heavily ...