I’ve said it before and I’m sure I will say it again.
Sometimes, this is a great thing. On vacation in Ireland, having no idea where we were or even where we were going turned out to be an adventure. We discovered things you can’t find in guidebooks. We missed most of the places everyone goes, found places no one discovers.
We navigated our way from one end of the island to another. We found stone circles and earthworks and pubs. Lots of pubs. Historic Pubs. The pubs in which Peter O’Toole drank far too much.
We never knew where we were and that was fine.
Navigation. We don’t navigate. We just drive around until we found another great pub or better yet someplace that sold Harris tweed suits.
Discovery is the name of the game.