Yielding to the right on Prague’s cobblestone streets
Driving School is the last school I would have imagined being enrolled in at nearly 40 years of age.
Until now, I have driven (happily) in Prague using my US driver’s license. I haven’t had any accidents – knock on wood (or teeth as the Czechs do). The one time a police officer asked for my license during a routine check seven years ago, he didn’t say anything about it not being Czech. Still, after years of navigating roads in the Czech Republic, not having a Czech license began to seem like the one hurdle standing between me and a settled life here. What was I waiting for?
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Hurray! Good on you, Em! While reading your blog, I began to smile almost immediately. Then came a frown of confusion, or two. Your stories normally do that to me, until I can unravel the Czech tradition. And always, toward the end of your articles, I smile again. Thank you.
Thanks, Lissa! Driving school was definitely an experience to remember. Yesterday, I picked up the kids and R’s mom from their week at a lake. Was very glad to have the official license with all the precious cargo and interstate driving in the rain! Take care, Emily
Please change my email from glrckark@embarqmail.com to louiserclark@comcast.net
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Louise, Thanks for letting me know (and as always, thanks for reading!) I will try to change your email.