"Isn't there another way to get around?"

I can tell we're near meltdown when the Munch's little feet slap the pavement. The clop clop of his sandals is how he registers his protest of yet another walk. He's very suspicious of the word now.

"We should take the bus. They go everywhere."

That might be true. And as soon as mom is ready to tackle the bus schedule, we'll do that. But the kid is in for a rude awakening: We are going to be walking. A lot. I figure cold turkey is the best method.

Still, I gave in. We're staying home today. No Mercato Centrale. No Il Centro grocery store. No Boboli Gardens. Just vegging in front of the TV. Nothing could be better to a 6-year-old American kid who seems relatively unimpressed by his surroundings.

Plus, I've got four blisters on my feet...