At least, ours did.  While driving the bus.  Full of people.  Through tunnels.  In the evening.  In the mist.  For an hour.

I have never before seen a bus driver drive with one hand on the wheel, as well as using the aid of his knee, while his other hand holds his phone to his ear.  He was quite at ease as he maneuvered our big shiny bus through the streets of Perugia, talking all the while on his little phone.  All the other bus passengers were at ease, too, which made me question my American discomfort.  I suppose, in Italy, driving is an entirely different affair than in the States.

In fact, we had a small discussion to that effect with our friend, Father Jaeger, in Rome, over dinner at La Carrette.  He explained his frustration with American drivers who, in his view, stay in their lanes with the effect of slowing traffic and creating bottlenecks.  The Romans, he contended, flow smoothly around any obstacle, remaining alert and flexible so as to create a constantly moving traffic flow.

All I know is that I’m glad Devin and I took the train more than the bus.  YKC!