Going for a drive

There's nothing quite like going out for a drive on a beautiful, sunny day. As much as I still get a little anxious about driving in a foreign country and annoyed with the frequent stares at my Virginia plates, and as much as I've totally adjusted (and really enjoy) running all my errands on foot and/or tram, I realized today that I still love the freedom of driving. I took the car out today for a trip to IKEA and until I got behind the wheel I had no idea how much I had missed driving a car (I hadn't driven in a few weeks). I guess you can take the girl out of America but you can never really take the American out of the girl. Or something like that.