Yesterday a nice man named Bill informed me that I'd passed the UK driving test. It was an even bigger relief than I'd imagined and I now feel a little more like I 'belong' here. I still don't really understand how I was allowed to drive for a year on my US license-- I'm thankful I was able to, though, despite the pains and panic attacks of navigating through tiny lanes, between tractors, up and down steep hills etc, all while figuring out how a clutch works and depth perception from the other side of the road. I passed!
I was thinking about the unique challenges of driving in the countryside of England whilst coasting down the steep hill leading into Portesham village...one of which is getting a good radio signal. I actually find it exciting the way the channels fade and distort as the hedges reach higher up toward the sky. Single words and syllables stick out and stations pingpong back and forth in interesting and unexpected ways. It's quite the delight.