Dad's Version of our Trip to the Lavaggio

Trip to the Lavaggio (Laundromat)

We have been in Tuscany for two weeks now and our clothes are beginning to stand up. They smell like the farms below us where prosciutto comes from. I tell Becca I saw a laundermat to the north of us; she thinks it’s south.

She acquiesces to me and heads north. No such luck. She then takes control and we head south. Sighting a Euro Spin, she triumphantly pulls in. Nope, just a grocery store.

We have passed on this trip a view auto lavaggios and even debated if it was possible to do our laundry in a car wash: 4 quarters for a soapy-spray, 4 quarters for a rinse, what about drying? Debate ended.

Maura finally takes charge and says try the big “I”, translation Toursite Informatione. So I walk in and ask the young lady, “aqua lavaggio?” and pull on my sleeve. She says, “Si,” and circles a place on the map. We drive there only to find a dry-cleaners, closed for siesta. We now look at the map and find ads along the boarder; one shows a launderette with its address. We drive there and find it’s called Lava Piu, translation “Wash Peeu.” BINGO!

The day was not a total loss, we find a truckers’ restaurante (Becca is up in arms with my description –“It was not a truck stop Daaaaddddd, it was a nice restaurant that happened to have 6 large semi-trucks in the parking lot.”) We have since adopted it as our place for great food, cheap prices, and awesome tiramisu. So much for the macho, Italian, truck drivers –tiramisu?