Recently I went to a friend’s house for dinner with a group of fun ladies. We ate fabulous homemade Arab food, we talked, we laughed, we had fun. And then I had to leave with two of those friends. We got in a taxi, told him where we wanted to go and continued our lively discussion. Until I looked out the window and realized we may not get to my house in one piece. We were weaving in and out of traffic at top speeds in a city of over three million people. We stopped short when traffic was at a dead stop. We swerved to miss some sheep. And then we turned on my street where he slowed the car to a crawl because of the speed bumps. Normally, it would have taken me at least thirty minutes to drive to my friend’s house. He got me home in less than fifteen. I think he missed his calling for being a NASCAR driver. Oh the joys of transportation overseas!