Due to the wacky train schedule, we drove to Granada from Valencia, . It was a four hour drive in a standard transmission car, uneventful except for the torrential rainstorm. I drove the last leg into the city. Paul, however, quickly kicked me out of the driver's seat after a pretty bad experience in a traffic circle. Lots of honking occurred. It had been a long time since I had driven a car with standard transmission.

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