It was more than 10 year ago when I taught my daughter T driving. Many times I sat in the passenger seat while she was behind the wheel. I remember vividly the nervousness and excitements associated with that experience. My hands were wet most of the time, but tried my best to pretend to be calm when uttering instructions. Every progress she made brought us new joy, and she passed her license road test on her first try. This time, when we decided to tour the California coastline in a car, she insisted on driving the rental car. Having seen and felt how she drove through the Los Angeles rush hour traffic smoothly, I agreed. I had driven in California many times before, mostly with T in the back seat. We had gone through some of the major cities as well as mountains and deserts, but I had never had an extensive look at the coastline. This time, when we were set to go, I was in the passenger seat again, and T took over the driving. She handled the winding mountain side highways with the kind of ease and self-assuredness that I never had even when I was much younger and had better eyes. I comfortably took my eyes from the road ahead and fixed them on the ever changing scenery. With every turn and curve, every up and down, actually every change of angle, the coastline, with the ocean and sky, displayed a different aspect of its beauty and splendor. With my hands completely dry, I was able to use phones and cameras to capture the glimpses of the natural marvels passing by the window.
