California is full of fun things to do, but it’s a very big state. My husband and I like to explore on our vacations and we had a list of places we wanted to visit but finding them, well, that was tricky.
I have no sense of direction. I can’t read a map. (And folding it back up is out of the question. I have a GPS on my cell phone but I can’t figure out how to set it. My husband on the other hand is usually pretty good in that department. His only problem (which I believe is a common male ailment) is that…he refuses to ask directions. This habit translates into all aspects of his life. He walks in a Home depot looking for a certain item and will walk around for an hour looking for it, bypassing employees right and left. So it comes as quite a surprise to me that he does depend upon the other woman in his life, let’s call her GPS.
He trusts her. He is under the impression that all he has to do it type in the name of a location and she will take him there, turn by turn. The guy loves his devices.
Warning: She is a fickle female and the famous mission with the swallows in Capistrano isn’t the only mission in that particular area. In fact there happens to be an industrial park that shares the name.
So we drove around in the middle of nowhere following GPS’s directions and every time we turned because it just seemed wrong, her familiar sweet voice piped up.
Hubby is nothing but persistent and we chased her wild geese till someone pulled up beside us in a pick-up truck and asked if we needed directions. A human. And he asked.
We discovered that GPS took us quite a ways off course and a real live person steered us in the right direction, so much for technology. Words to the wise, when depending upon GPS, use the address not the name.
We finally enjoyed the mission. You should go!