My Italian was pretty bad, which possibly explained how I ended up stranded in this village somewhere in the northern mountains of Italy.
I asked a couple of shop owners about how to get to transport, and they pointed to a house down the far end of the village, saying something that I translated out as ‘the village bicycle’.
Blushing somewhat, I approached the house, and knocked on the door.
The woman who answered looked exactly how you’d expect an Italian goddess to look.
I thus expected her to have a bike.
Instead she owned a car, but expected ‘payment’…