Yesterday's swashbuckling behind the steering wheel hasn't sunk in yet, and it will probably not do so for a long time. Anyhow, today was the day when I was going to conquer traffic by myself. I dived into it, drove where action happened and got away with it sound and safe (at least if you disregard the light regulated crossings where I choked the car several times). So tonight a celebration was definately required. A bottle of Champagne saved for a special occasion, was opened, and it was quite suitable together with tapas from our favourite store.
Det er lenge siden jeg har følt meg som en så stor idiot som jeg gjør bak rattet. Kanskje på tide, egentlig. Å bli voksen handler ofte om å være god, om å mestre det man allerede kan. At jeg nå er en nybegynner innen ett område gjør meg forhåpentligvis ydmyk i forhold til det å være en fersking. Og ferske varer liker vi, gjør vi ikke?
It's a long time since I've felt being an idiot this great as I do behind the steering wheel. Maybe it's just the time for it. Growing up is often about being great, about mastering what you already know. The fact that I'm a rooky in one subject will hopefully make me humble about other people coming straight from the oven. And we love fresh food, don't we?
Dagens måltid ble forøvrig en kjærlighetserklæring. Balsamicoeddiken formet et hjerte i olivenoljen. Hjertet velger jeg å dedikere til Mannen, som har har holdt ut med alle mine nevrotiske krumspring fram mot førerkortet. Tusen takk, Tom!
Today's meal became a declaration of love, by the way. The balsamic vinegar created a heart in the olive oil. I choose to dedicate the heart to the Man, who has stood by all my neurotic cavorts towards my driving license. Thank you, Tom!