When we rented a car in St. Croix last weekend, the Hertz agent informed me that they drive on the left. The guard at the airport exit reminded me again to drive on the left. As did a policewoman at a drunk driver check point. And with good reason: it’s hard! I’m guessing a lot of American tourists have accidents or narrowly avoid them. The rule that one drives on the right gets deeply grooved into the brain. The first two days, I consciously reminded myself repeatedly that left was right. But by the third day left was starting to feel natural. Then we came back to Raleigh, USA. The first day I found myself hesitating — left or right?
That minor culture shock quickly receded in the face of the everyday challenges of work etc. I did have a couple of days, though, where it seemed that every leaf on the trees I saw on my commute to work was distinct and clear. The short Caribbean adventure transformed things just a bit.