I drove on the wrong side in Florida Frankie, you will soon adapt I'm sure.
Only difference is that the roads aren't as wide over here...... but neither are the cars.
About 8 years ago I was over in Italy and Austria to visit relatives and I noticed that. There's no shoulder to the road. You go off the road for any reason and you're on grass or whatever's there. As you know, most roads here have a paved or gravel shoulder which is a great safety asset. You have to change a tire, your jack isn't sinking into the dirt or mud. You have to get under your suv or truck, you don't have ants crawling all over you.
Over here, there was once a fire at a club called the Coconut Grove. Several hundred people were inside. Everyone was trying desperately to get out of the building and the first people at the exit doors couldn't open them because they opened inwards and with all the people pushing behind them, they couldn't pull the doors inwards and a few hundred people died needlessly. Because of this incident and a few others like it, fire codes mandated all exit doors must open to the outside. As a result, whenever you are going into or leaving a building here, the doors always open to the outside. While traveling on the Autostrassa in Austria, I stopped at a rest stop to use the restroom and get coffee. It was about a few minutes after 9 in the morning. I went up to the entrance but couldn't open the door. I thought this was unusual because they should have been open at that time. I stood off to the side a moment to think of what I was going to do and someone came walking out from the inside pulling the doors inward. I was so used to the doors going the other way, I never thought of trying to push in.
While driving on the Autostrada in Italy, I stopped for coffee. I was at a small bar that had about 6 or 7 stools in front of it. There were 3 or 4 people already there. I just said "coffee" to the waitress. She brought this little dinky cup that was only half full. I figured that they were playing a joke on me. Maybe they could see I was a foreigner. I tried to look to either side of me without turning my head to make it obvious to see if people were watching me for my reaction, perhaps getting ready to laugh at me, but everyone was just minding their own business. So I drank the coffee very slowly. I soon began to realize that this was the normal serving. It was very strong, but very satisfying. I thought "what a dope I am. Live and learn". Frankie