Street signs anyone?

Well, I did it. I drove. And it wasn't bad at all! The worst part wasn't even the fact that I was driving a mini-van (which I've never done before) or that I was driving on the wrong side of the road. Of course, maybe it's just that in America we are the ones that drive on the wrong side and every other country is right. Hmm. The worst part was trying to judge where you are in the lane when you're sitting on the other side of the car. It's different, that's for sure. It feels like I'm driving too close to the center line and Lonnie's on the other side pulling in his elbows because he says I'm over too far.

Let's talk about street signs. Street signs would be helpful. Street signs could point you in the right direction. Street signs could be an anti-hypertensive here on this island. How many times can you circle the same thing in a 10 minute period? Many of our excursions have reminded me of National Lampoon's European Vacation..."Look kids! Big Ben! Parliament!"...that's what it feels like. While we had good intentions to go to church yesterday it just didn't happen. Why? Because we couldn't find it! From the time we left the house until we returned, spirits crushed and considerably less on gas, we had been gone for 90 minutes.

Whiteliners are something that's different here. You may or may not know what they are. It was easy to figure out. By the time we went to orientation and learned the "technical" term we knew what they are. Here mopeds and motorcycles do not have to drive in a lane. They can ride the...you guessed it...white line straight down the road. They materialize out of the smallest spaces between the cars. What happens if you hit them? It's YOUR FAULT!