I actually did some driving today, in my new country. I hadn't much at all since moving here over seven months ago. I hadn't even driven much for about six months before our move, since I had to sell my old car and was home almost 24/7 because of the pandemic.My new car is a manual transmission, like my old car. However, every didn't car has a slightly different feel about it. When I drove today, I regretted wearing the sandals. I'd feel better wearing my Sketchers. I only really drove a route that Hubby and I have taken several dozen times, so the slight different in road rules were very familiar. The parking lot at the hypermarket was a rat race, which stressed me. Also, around the rotaries (traffic circles) people too often don't follow the rules. The worst part of the trip was trying to back up into our narrow garage. I confess that Hubby had to do it in the end. It's too unsafe to pull in forward. Not the pulling in part, but the eventual backing out. We live on a dangerous curve and there are often pedestrians showing up unexpected, including little kids.