Maps have failed me. This may not seem like much to the non-map-people among you, but I assure you this is a weighty matter.
I just tagged along with my parents on their trip to Ireland (in no small part due to an expanding sum of frequent flier miles). Me and my "young eyes" were designated official navigator. Even with two different maps, printed Google directions, a Rick Steves guidebook, and only occasionally helpful road signage, we still had to ask locals more than my injured pride would have liked. (Thanks, though, especially to the nice petrol station attendant in Loughrea, or we would still be driving in circles looking for the entrance to the motorway).
The very core of my identity has been shaken. The alternative is, the country makes no sense. Which can't be true, the people are lovely.
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2 comments:
Crazy signage, but sure makes a cool picture! Hope you are well!
that sounds so fun! i would like to hear more sometime. i don't know why you don't want to spend your frequent flier miles on getting to utah. maybe it is too easy to get around here. :) yay for maps.
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