Perinaldo

I reached Apricale and found the sign to Perinaldo.

I made the right onto the road and found myself on the narrowest road yet experienced. In NC to be on a road this narrow you would probably have followed a direction of "turn off the paved road", yet this road was paved and was taking me toward a hot shower. So I carried on.

This was also the windiest road so I slowed even more -- to a beauty queen on a convertible speed. No cars were backing up -- seems this was a road less traveled.

The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

My winding road observation and cataloging of etiquette paid off, in that I met two cars coming toward me and we all stopped and looked at each other. I saw to my right an almost imperceptible shoulder, so I started turning and inching toward it. The driver of the first car rolled down her window and gave me hand signals -- go this way, now back up that way. Then with a hearty "Grazie!" the cars zoomed past me with a wave.

I made my way to the perpendict with SP 59, consulted my map for the exact location of the B&B, and turned right, back toward the coast.