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That I don't know where it is going. I am afraid of going to the wrong place and not knowing where I am.

Maybe I don't mind because I'm perpetually lost. I'm used to it! ;-) Seriously, I've gotten lost between here and Littleton, NH (which is about twenty minutes away, and has been the "big town" in my life since I was tiny!)

My brother and I went to NYC and used nothing but trains and busses to get around. It was inexpensive, and though we did occasionally get lost (usually trying to FIND the subway rather than IN it, though we did both), we mostly did OK. And now we laugh about the times we were lost!

But if you don't mind driving in traffic, I say more power to ya! I really wish I wasn't such a chicken...I feel like it restricts me a lot as there are so many places I'd like to visit and it would be much cheaper and easier to do it by car...if I wasn't so scared!

I guess I feel like getting lost in my car is OK because I am at least under my own power.

But my preference is cabs... For $5 (assuming short hops), a guy can just take me to a place name and I don't have to know how to get there! It works really well within compact cities like San Francisco where all the places you need to go are within a few miles... and a cab drives by every thirty seconds.

You know me...always ready with a little story...

Anyway, here's a couple more...

Once when my parents and I were in London, we were trying to find someplace (can't remember what) and this person was standing near us, and apparently listening to us debate which way to go. We noticed that she kept edging nearer and nearer and finally she leaned in towards us and in a very proper voice said "You need to go he-ah" and point to this place on the map and then stepped away again. We thanked her profusely and went about our way.

Then, in DC during the inauguration, we found ourselves in a subway outlet that had a gazillion stairs and couldn't find the elevator. This was a problem, because of Joshua in his stroller. We were just going to take him out of his stroller at the base of the stairs and carry Josh and the stroller up, when suddenly this very large black woman flashed a grin at us and grabbed one end of the stroller and said "Come on, I've got this end!" I picked up the other end and up the stairs we went!

My conclussion is, there are just nice people all over the world ready to help.