From time to time, I take elderly neighbors who have given up driving to places they need to go. Grounding themselves is the right thing to do, but it's hard for them to lose their independence. I know it will be hard for me one day, and I hope I manage that transition gracefully.
In the meantime, I love having the chance to push my driving skills beyond the norm. And what better place to do it than Mexico City with a cute little rented stick shift? It may not be the
worst city in the world to drive in, but it definitely ranks up there.
I won't lie; there were a few crazy moments. But just like my school French surfaced every time I tried to speak Spanish, the instincts I developed young in Boston were right there when I needed them.
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| Adorable Fiat parked by Maryann's Coyoacan apartment, all packed up for a road trip! |
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| Don't let her relatively quiet street fool you! |
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| Returning the car without a scratch on it :) |
1 comment:
I am impressed that you were brave enough to drive here! I've been here two months and still haven't touched a steering wheel for fear of my life and of those around me. haha
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