Well, after almost 3 months of being "bus-people," we now have a car. I love having a car for one reason... grocery shopping. Picking up Anna (30 lbs) in her stroller with 2 or 3 heavy bags of groceries and getting her on and off the bus was my least favorite activity in Luxembourg. Actually, grocery shopping while it was raining, that was the very worst. Aside from that, the buses here are really quite excellent. Clean, modern and there are many convenient stops for all our needs.
But now, we have a beautiful carriage in blue (Renault Megane) with a manual transmission. Hmmmm. Manual transmission. Let me take you back to my high school days, when my friend Christina tried to teach me how to drive her stick shift car. After several failed attempts in the hill lesson, I got out of the car and threw the keys across the street. I said I would never drive a stick again and this was stupid (or something like that). Well, Christina... it wasn't stupid. ME, I was stupid. Oh well.
So, now I have been a slowly moving traffic blockade in the west part of the city. I have gotten much, much better. The night we brought the car home, I stalled and lurched so much that poor Anna was crying in the backseat "All done, All done!!!" I know all of you that can drive a stick are smirking right now and thinking 'just get the right timing/balance and you'll be fine.' I'm sure I will eventually be fine, but my lack of coordination will probably make my learning period much longer than most.
If you have a moment, please pray for our protection in our little blue Renault. We're driving 3 hours to Stuttgart, Germany next weekend for a holiday and so James can go to a football match. Insanity.
By the way, James is pretty good at driving a manual, for never really doing it before; but since I have more time to practice, I'm our designated driver for now--- Ahhh!
May we drive with angels on our wings!
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