Friday morning and we have to head out to get our supplies for the competition. We have decided to drive to Turin, about an hour away, to a gourmet grocery store called Eataly, which we have been told is the largest of its kind in the world.

First stop before we head to Turin, a department store to buy a GPS. The hour and half spent navigating the last 5km to our hotel in Milan on Thursday has served to alert us to the challenge we have navigating the streets of Italian cities. I have no idea how I managed to navigate during previous visits, but we are just two guys who refuse to ask for directions when lost, so the GPS seems to be the only option.

We find the perfect GPS unit, a brand name we recognize from home and although it does not say on the box, nor can the department store clerk tell us (mostly because he does not speak a word of english), we are absolutely convinced that the unit can be set to provide us directions in english. With the purchase made, we get back into our car, rip open the box and immediately consult the instruction booklet to help us access the english set-up.

My experience has been that when buying electronic devices, instruction come written in multiple language; I recently purchased an iPod whose instructions were provided in Mandarin, Hindi, English, Bengali, Russian, Japanese, Punjabi, French, Wu, Telugu, Vietnamese, and Korean; apparently those who put together packaging in Italy are unfamiliar with this convention. Still convinced that our unit would work in english, yet unable to confirm this with our Italian instruction booklet, we set out for Turin.

Fortunately, it took nearly half and hour to travel the first kilometre through heavy traffic from the department store and in that time our extensive experience and natural intuition with electronic devices, we confirmed our belief and figured out how to set up the unit to operate in English. For those of you who might find yourselves in a similar situation, here is a helpful hint that I wish I had known beforehand; when you turn on the GPS unit, the first question it asks is in what language do you wish to operate.

Soon after, we were in Turin at the most fabulous grocery store I have ever seen. Now, if you would have told either Keith or I twenty five years ago that our future would include a visit to a grocery store where we would willing spend 5 hours looking at all the great things available, well you know; but even more extraordinary is that the only reason we were there for 5 hours was because they were closing and they told us we had to leave. Bread, meat, cheese, vegetables, seafood (okay, this was more Keith’s thing), gelato, coffee, and a whole basement of wine and beer; this was an awesome place. With our supplies firmly in hand we make our way back to Milan for our last night before heading to Parma to prepare.
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