Getting lost comes naturally to me because my inner GPS malfunctions on a regular basis. This sounds lame, but I rely on my husband to get me places. Last week he was out of town, which resulted in my daughter and me landing in a dark, muddy ally downtown at 7:30 pm. This was after 30 minutes of following Mrs. Google Map’s voice down all the back alleys of our city center.
Left. Right. Straight.
Even after using Google Maps and calling our host two times, we ended up lost in a dark, cold, muddy ally. True story. [Read more…]