learning to drive

Time is flying and as always, I can only manage to get my butt in gear under pressure. It's amazing how many useful things one finds out when it's too late to be useful. Lots of that going on. Am always like - damn! wish I knew that earlier. But alas, one just has to make do.

As always, I realize how much of my home that I haven't seen while living here. So, I am attempting to get off my duff and prepare for the farewell tour of Romania. There is so much of the country to see that I can't get to by bus or train, so I have started driving lessons. Plus, I finally realized that driving a stick-shift is a good skill to have. This is the one and ONLY time my mother was right. I still refuse to take the rest of her advice.

Driving in Bucharest is scary. There are rules, the driving instructor was attempting to tell me, but they don't make sense. People and cars still seem to come out of nowhere. on my first outing, I was a bit scared that I would hit a pedestrian, but all was well. Though there are lots of things for my incredibly uncoordinated body to remember, I feel like I'm getting the hang of it.