Which way do we go, honey?

I have a new friend. Her name is Kimberly. She is awesome. Ricardo says we are two peas in a pod. Maybe that might be why she is so awesome, right? Here is her picture.

 

 See?

 

 

We went to Santa Pizza. It does not look like the North Pole. It looks like the entrance to Pirates of the Caribbean. The atmosphere is wonderful.

 

Kimberly's husband was unfortunately away so we all piled into our Captiva - 3 adults and 4 kids in a car the size of a Ford Escape. (Sorry, whenever I see that word I say it like Dory from Finding Nemo - Es-ca-pe. Way more fun to say it that way). 

 

On the way home we missed the turn we needed to take to get us back to where everybody lives. So what do we do? iPhone was not updating fast enough, we do not have the GPS on at the moment. Oh wait, you follow someone else's directions. That is what we did. Who's directions you might ask? Well those of a 8, 9, and 10 year old - at night, in the dark, in a foreign country.

 

"Darn, I missed the turn."

 

"Hey I know where we are!"

 

"You do?"

"Yeah this is our bus route. You turn here. Follow the road. Now turn left, not this one, that one. Then cut across the road. Go down the hill and it curves to the right. Now go up the hill. Turn right. Follow the road, but not to the right (the road split). Go down the hill again. Now make a sharp left turn. Now a right, but this one not the right at an angle. Make another right, and this is our street."

So we had three little boys navigate for us and got us exactly where we wanted to go. In the dark, and I mean dark with little to no street lights. In a foreign country. And we actually listened to them.