Wednesday, May 14, 2008
So whenever we go on holiday, my husband does the driving. He's a great and instinctive driver, I drive like the (possibly) dyspraxic woman I am.
The stress of trying to guide me through lanes, roundabouts and intersections while keeping me on the right side of the road would never be less than driving for him, so he always does it.
Yet here I am on holiday on my own, and we can't fit three car seats into one car, so I got a driving lesson from my cousin's husband (automatic car, odd intersections where you give way to the right, and take turns with all other lanes unless you got there first - I think..) and I was out and about - I even drove home all by myself, not even following my cousin today!
I'm fierce proud of myself. There was a time when I thought I'd never learn to drive. Now it's automatic. And even though Santa Barbara is a sleepy, easy going town where everyone cruises around at 35mph, I'm still delighted with myself. And the feeling of autonomy is great after being driven for a few days. Very Thelma and Louisey.
We saw a labradoodle downtown today. And something else fabulous, but I'll post about it when I get home and I can show you the photographic evidence. I also had a burrito, you poor, sad potato eating fools. Mwahahahahaha etc.