I hate driving here, too. I thought I would quickly adjust -- I was proud of my driving ability in the States -- but I'm not adjusting at all.
We're out in the boonies. The roads are far too narrow and windy, there are no shoulders to speak of (and often a lethal drop-off or sea wall instead) and people whip up and down them. Plus cars parked all over, narrow parking spaces, roundabouts and zebra crossings.
To top it off, I've driven two-seater convertibles forever, and my husband's car is an ordinary 4-door sedan. It feels like driving a junior high gymnasium to me.
Oh, well. At least I prefer a manual transmission.