It hasn't been a festive day. It started yesterday with a miscalculation, misunderstanding on the time of the driving test. The official test is Friday, not today. Thus we could not take it and then scoot on up to the Thanksgiving dinner and the required attendance retreat of missionaries. I made a bunch a phone calls and we were told rather than lose the money and opportunity of the test. So we were excused to arrive at the retreat on Friday afternoon.
This morning we woke up, greeted our house guests who were on their way to the retreat. We said our good byes and headed off to driving lesson number two. (Number one was rough.)
Outside we had a flat tire. Lovely. Oh happy day. Dar changed it in 10 minutes flat. He was aggravated with me for not driving fast enough to get to driving school, which is ironic since he is the slower driver of the two of us. We made it on time and had driving lesson number 2. Dar got better but somehow I can't shake my bad driving habits, especially when a Spanish man is in the passenger seat hollering at me. Sigh.
Everything was open of course and so Dar got the tire fixed, we bought a new toilet seat for the broken one in the spare batheroom. Our poor guests, we think we heard it break out from under someone. Hopefully they didn't end up in the tub or with bruises!
Since we weren't going to get Thanksgiving dinner with the missionaries, Dar was thinking an American meal like Burger King. I was thinking but hadn't yet said I was thinking nice dinner/restaurant somewhere. Fortunately we were spared that decision by our Spanish pastor's family inviting us to their house for a Spanish Thanksgiving. No, it's not a holiday here but they have an American daughter-in-law and so celebrate it. We'll be leaving in a while for the 8pm dinner.
Not the normal thanksgiving day. In spite of all of the oddity of the day, I am aware I have many blessings to count. Let's hope and pray that one of them will be passing the driving half of the drivers test tomorrow. Honestly based on the practice runs with the teacher I am not hopeful for myself. It's a combination of nerves and someone giving orders and crazy traffic all around you at the same time. I can handle just driving here; I can't handle the instructor. Vamos a ver.
Glad you still got a nice dinner/celebration! How was the test on Friday?
ReplyDeleteWe had a toilet seat that was on the verge of giving out for a while. I always feared it would break while a guest was sitting on it.
ReplyDeleteI hope you are somehow granted serenity during your future driving lessons, or with a more tolerable instructor.
I hope the test went well for you. Quite an interesting Thanksgiving. God is good though.
ReplyDelete10 mins fixing the tire? That's pretty good. I liked Dar's idea of Burger King for Thanksgiving.
ReplyDeleteGood news and bad news. Dar didn't squeeze past the examiner, they failed him on a non stop at a stop sign he'd stopped at - twice but not twice enough. I slid through but the girl ahead of me actually bumped a parked car fender while she was trying to park. I had to get us out of the space, so I lucked out.
ReplyDeleteOn the tire changing business...I didn't realize that Dar was related to the Duke Brothers. Can he shoot a flaming arrow, too?
ReplyDeleteFeel bad for Dar. Since he is actually a good driver that must be frustrating.
ReplyDeleteI failed my first driving test when I was in high school because I drove through three stop signs.
When will you guys be back in the states? Will you still be coming home this Christmas?
ReplyDeleteI've never seen a broken toilet seat. However I've seen several discared ones turned into planters. guess I thought they lasted forever - like old tractors.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like Spain is kind of scary. Is it? I am glad for you that you passed and that you didn't have to eat Burger King for thanksgiving. I know BB said he would like it, but I know he wouldn't.
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