But, alas, it is not user-friendly. This whole wagon-wheel thing is for the birds.
So I got lost walking fom the hotel, where I'd dropped my bag off, to the office that was theoretically easy an 11 minute walk away.
Thankfully, it was in a nice part of town...because there can be some scary parts to this city too, for the uninitiated, like myself.
One hour later, totally stressed, with a lump in my throat (and, not to mention, a bit of a sweaty glow), I hailed a cab.
Funny how a cab is not to be found when you desperately need it. But, eventually one drove past and I threw up my arm. And the driver was very nice and gentle with confused, frustrated, embarrassed and frazzled me.
I finally arrived in the office. The people were lovely and sympathetic.
I did some work. I participated in meetings.
And then I walked back to the hotel the right way, and it took about 11 minutes.
Now, I'm about to settle into the most expensive hamburger and glass of wine I've ever had (did I mention that getting lost meant I missed lunch).
Ah well, tomorrow is a new day. (And one day closer to me being home with my guys.)
P.S. The book I chose to start on the plane was Oscar and Lucinda by Peter Carey.
