Except for the commute. Several people on our tour bus had been nervous about the cable car we were taking to Erice, a medieval town at the top of a mountain, and were relieved when they told us it was too windy and the bus was going to drive up there instead.
Until the bus actually started up the narrow road, tilting ominously as it navigated the thousand or so switchbacks, gears grinding on the steeper portions as we seemed to hang in space for a minute and then suddenly leap forward. Erice was worth it.
But I wasn't the only one who had a few extra glasses of wine at lunch, thinking about the trip back down.