I’ve been fortunate enough to meet some other moms at the school and I’m floored at how strong and independent they all seem. (Girl power!) Most of women I’ve met have all been expats like us, most from Europe but some are from the US and Canada. Many of them drive in Serbia. That is, they have cars that they independently drive around. I say it like this because the idea scares the perogy (Ukrainian dumpling….heaven, really) out of me. I’ve driven all over Canada and in many parts of the US but I don’t know if I’m brave enough to drive in Serbia. Bor, with its small population, maybe. I might even be able to do it in our neighborhood, Senjak, but, Serbs jump curbs, speed, drive the wrong way down one way streets, zip their motorcycles between tight traffic, can be known to spontaneously reverse on a major road, even the highway, and generally disobey most traffic signs and signals. This seems to be almost normal for all the European women I’ve met but this Canadian might drop an ice cube (haha) if I’m forced into a tight street and have to navigate through this terrifying circus. They have me thinking, though. Maybe I should drive. It would be easier to just go whenever I want to and not have to walk or taxi around. On the other hand, we may only be here for another year and a half and taxis are very inexpensive. I could buy a car but I would likely never bring that car back to Canada. Only if it was new. Never if it was a curb-jumping conduit. But, then again, I don’t want to have to watch out more than I have to. I don’t want to have to constantly worry about getting hit. I don’t want to navigate narrow lanes or park in a matchbox sized space, on the curb. But….
What to do….what to do….