Ithought my husband was unflappable. Then we went on a road trip in Europe this summer, and I realized he’d never truly been tested.

There were the tiny Slovenian villages where the roads were barely wide enough for our boxy Ford Tourneo Courier to pass through unscathed. There was the gargantuan VW camper van I made us rent in Croatia, and promptly scraped on the way out of a tight underground parking garage. Then there was the recurring terror of being passed by drivers on blind turns on Albanian single-lane highways.

It was during these harrowing moments, and dozens more like them, that I discovered the true depth of my husband’s patience and resilience. Lesser drivers would have handed in the keys, but not Dan. Our marriage survived the test, and we learned a few things about drivi

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