It's been over a month since hubby bought Jazzy, and up to now I still can't drive and park her alone. Good thing, my sister Dottie has been a very patient co-pilot. She's been my constant driving companion/ critic/ hand break-puller (I've had 2 instances of near-accidents already, and I'm not proud of it)
Last Sunday, during the Pacquio-Marquez fight, I did a dry run for picking up hubby at the airport on Thursday. Geez..I was driving for more than 3 hours. It felt more like going home to the province than picking someone up at an airport in Metro Manila. I got lost going there and ended up in Bicutan, then I got lost again on our way home.
Good thing there's a police station at the Roxas Blvd service road located 6 corners away from UN Avenue. The police officers were very kind, they were very helpful and they made me a beautiful map so that I will not get lost again going to Sta. Mesa. God for good samaritans.
I enjoyed driving that daydespite being lost and having slight errors. It was my first big drive and truly an experience that I will never forget.
