I'm dog sitting for an American friend of mine who has gone back to the States for a couple of weeks. That also means I'm living in her house. And driving her car. Mocha, an ultra sweet 13-year old, Australian Shepherd and woolly mammoth mix, and I tool around the city German style. German style is German rules, one-way's, and stick shifts. The stereotypical German punctuality even seems to apply to how fast you can take off when the light turns green. I have yet to get this right without a moment of fright. Some of you may recall my panic-inducing experiences driving stick in the mountains of Spain. Really not something I want to repeat. Or recall, for that matter.
But this time around, it's not been so bad. Aside from the parking garage fiasco of 2010 and maybe a slightly burned-out clutch. I'm getting lots better!
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