My patience is building

Just a little musing from my weekend, well my night last night to be exact. My friends and I decided to go out into town and have a nice dinner and hit up a few Italian pubs. Fun it was indeed! Turns out there was some Italian festival of some sort in Catania (Catania= large city near base) and there was an immense amount of people out in the streets. It would have put Disney World to shame (except no fate people in scooters were out last night). Well I drove us to the restuarant and parked the car. It was agreed upon that my friend Stef would be the D.D. and drive on the way back. Well it wasnt until we got back to the car that Stef informed she could not drive a stick (should of told us before that). So we gave her a crash course in driving a standard, and no parking lots were used. Turns out that a car with 4 varying slightly unsober people out at 4am is the ideal way to learn how to drive a stick. I know how hard it is to teach a person to drive a stick, my ex-girlfriend almost put my truck into the neighborhood pond when I was teaching here, and I was stressed out of my mind. For some reason last night, I was very relaxed and calm when teaching Stef. Even when she stalled going up a huge hill and started rolling back, my nerves were good, just a pull on the parking break and all was well again. This was Stefs first time to actually achieve driving a stick, and I felt very proud. She said that her boyfriend freaks out and screams at her when he tries to teach her. My patience has greatly improved lately, and the 40 minute car ride home was actually somewhat pleasant.