There was a little news item in La Nacion this morning that caught our eyes.
When I discovered the driving age here is 18, I was so relieved. Whew! But it turns out, once you are 18, you can get behind the wheel of almost anything, including a big rig.
One of the first things that stunned us here – of the many things, good and bad, that stunned us – were the number of big rigs laying on their sides on the mountain roads. You skirt at least one every trip out of the city. At least. Now I know they were probably driven by 18 year olds. That is a tad unnerving. Mo thinks it’s great.