EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. 🙂

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. 🙂

Two years ago (two years after getting my driving licence) I got fed up of driving and I decided that I wouldn’t do it again. I developed such a hatred towards it that driving became a real paranoia for me. I like travelling by car, but being me the driver used to made me sick with anger (funny: not with fear).

My parents only helped to make things worse…

But today, my friend N. (the one who is going to Manchester… Oh, how I’m going to miss her too…) literally begged me to take her to the river by car (we could have gone on foot, but she really insisted a lot to go by car) so… After two years I got MY car (who is usually driven by my younger sister) and we both survived 🙂

Anyway, I should get a little more practice… 😛

Oh, the water was really nice 😉


  1. Whoa. Sometimes when I’m driving around I think that for getting the license some lessons in anger management should be given! You can’t do any different than become angry when you have to cope with (some) jerks out there on the streets. 😉

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