Driving Disasters

I'll admit, my sense of direction has never been the best. Getting from point A to point B when I was unfamiliar with where I was going caused me all kinds of stress in VA, and here it has been taken to a whole new level. They don't really even drive THAT bad here, just super fast. But the lack of addresses, as well as interesting sign placements (why oh WHY would you label the exit just AFTER the exit?!) make driving a daily adventure. Two lanes doesn't really mean two, it means however many cars you can fit...

This week I ventured out twice to new locations, armed with a bunch of handwritten directions, a moody GPS, and no sense whatsoever of which direction 'north' was. Result: I got horribly lost. Both times. With 3 kids. Two hours of touring the island, without the slightest idea of where I was. Sadly, my GPS didn't know either. Just us and some goats. With a lot of help from people on the phone, we eventually made it!

Yesterday I got in the car. As soon as we pulled out of the driveway, Hailey asked, "Are we lost now mom?" I assured her we were fine, "We aren't even out of the compound yet." "Oh." 30 seconds later, as we pull out of the compound, "Mom, NOW are we lost?" I guess I can't blame her for her lack of faith:)