Elaine's reflections on Peter's Driving
Yes, driving is on the left side of the road. With my mind not completely recovered, I decided not to drive. There is no place I need to go without Peter. He is doing a great job. Only a few times did I have to remind him "left, left." Now each day we go to level 4 of the garage. Round and round we go up and up to the light that is either green or red. When it is green, we can go up and hold our breath that no one is walking across the walkway. We look to see if traffic is open to get into the left lane and go down the hill. At this point I try and relax because the two lane road goes into one. "Merge you idiot" Let us in we are Americans." We really should have a flag like everyone else has. They all fly a rugby team on the roof of the car. This way they can be patient and keep far away from us. Peter got a Garmin chip which was a great idea. Except it is always looking for the satellite. Sometimes after we have already passed the turn. "Recalculating." Not our favorite sound. The other day when it wasn't raining, we decided to venture out to a winery. Rt 16 out of Auckland city. We had written instructions as well as the Garmin. The Garmin said get off and make left. But when we got off it said turn rt. Funny it was taking us back on the Highway. Idiot. Sometimes I want to smash that person. Didn't she know we wanted to go to Babich Winery which was plugged in with correct address. It was not as pretty an operation as those in Argentina but it is just after winter so the plants are cut down ready for the growing season. We may go back. There are other places to visit. Not a total lose. We got some nice magazines and restaurants. I am finding prices so high I will probably cook more than I wanted to. Like in Michigan the meals are better at home. Getting back to the driving. We decided to go back home. Not a problem. Peter seems to do better here than at home. Go figure. I hope that doesn't mean he wants to stay. I am coming home. I do miss you all. Even though we Skype it isn't the same. The only thing is that Peter still can't get the turn signal and the windshield wipers right. So all of a sudden the wipers go on and we turn. At least I know where he wants to go. Poor person behind us. We really need that USA flag. Now it is time to go across traffic to go down the garage. We have to wave a security charm to open the door. Then down a steep hill and round and round 4 floors. Find the parking space. Thank G-d another successful trip. Until next time.