I drove! I rented a car in Vilamoura down in the Algarve last week and drove for the first time here!
Not having been behind any wheel in well over a year, and having watched Portuguese drivers zip about, I was tentative. But, I thought, if I can drive in New York, I can drive here, and, as my son told me when he was first learning, it’s just not that hard.
But. The unfamiliar car, the unfamiliar villages, the unfamiliar roads, the unfamiliar laws, the unfamiliar kilometers, the steep, narrow curves, the British voice in the GPS, and those roundabouts. Roundabouts abound. Every few feet, it seems, even in the wilds. More than once I’ve circled round and round the roundabout that connects the rest of Massachusetts to the Cape trying to negotiate my exit. It’s downright embarrassing.
Nevertheless, I set out. I gave Liz, what I called the British GPS woman, names of random towns along the coast, along the Spanish border, in the interior, intent on seeing places off the main roads. I eased into roundabouts, eased around corners, eased up and down hills. And then remembered, I’m good at this.
Over the course of two days, I drove over three hundred kilometers. I didn’t slow down for any reason, not to photograph the fields of wildflowers, the sleek, handsome goats with the herders in their caps, the road lined with white-barked trees, the beaches, the mountains, the occasional ruin. I didn’t eat. I didn’t go to the bathroom. I didn’t stop. I drove. I took those corners, those hills, those roundabouts.
Someone mentioned it was good I’d rented a car, gotten out of my comfort zone. Ah. No. Not driving was the uncomfortable zone. I’ve found my way back to this good place, and feel ten years younger.
Feeling young might also have something to do with my riding again, something I thought I’d forever left behind. Here I am with Estrela, Portuguese for star.
I’m already planning my next adventure. In May, I think, and June. And July . . .
You are inspiring me. I have been unwilling to even try to drive here but maybe I will just have to bite the bullet and let my spirit soar! Thank you my friend. Obrigada 🙏🏻
Go for it!
Do it! I could drive here in Coimbra — I’ve been here long enough to know which streets are one way (so many!) but I might never try Porto or Lisbon. No need. The open country, the long, long stretches of open road — it’s worth overcoming any anxiety.
You sound like a teenager with her first car……….Freedom! I’m glad it makes you so happy. Next time though, pack some snacks, water and stop to smell the roses.
I could have used water . . . !
Look at you, my friend – driving a car again and riding a horse on the beach! It makes me happy to hear from you. I hope the writing is going well. It sure sounds like it is from this blog.
Sending you hugs!
I’ll take you for a spin when you come visit!
Fico tão feliz por ti, Eve!!!
É assim mesmo, sem medos! Não há nada melhor que aproveitar a liberdade e ser-se aventureira! Beijinhos