It is almost surreal to me that I am now a person that drives quite a lot. I drive to source and shop for the hotel, and now I also sometimes drive to go places for personal reasons. I have now driven in Buenos Aires many times, mainly for work but also for pleasure, and it just seems so weird to me – before coming here, my driving was very limited. I got a US driver’s license at age 25, because I never bothered to get it in Norway; it is extremely expensive and I didn’t want to spend my money on it. In DC, I had a Zipcar membership, but I didn’t use it very often, only a few times a year to go to IKEA and to pick people up from the airport. I don’t like cars at all – I don’t like talking about them, I hate car-centric developments, I love trains and bikes and buses. So it is pretty funny that I went from almost no driving (and only automatic) to driving in a large Latin American city. From 0 to 100, really. For those who know BsAs, I have driven on General Paz in the worst of Friday rush hour, I have done the piquetes on the highway, 9 de julio late a night (and my favorite, Corrientes), and 25 de mayo – Ricchieri – Autopista Ezeiza-Cañuelas more times than I can count. And I really surprise myself when I drive in the city; with all the craziness, I actually almost enjoy it. You never seize to be amazed!