Every so often, someone will stop me and ask for directions. And every time I hear “Do you know where…?” coming out of the person’s mouth, I get nervous. Because I probably don’t know where. Or think I know where, try to give directions and then realize afterwards I was off a little.
Case in point – two ladies going to the hospital nearby. I’m sure they got there, but I gave them the long way around directions. Oops.
This week I’ve been lucky. On the way to the train this morning, a woman asked where St. Benildus was. It’s where Collin goes to school so I was able to give directions confidently. The other day two ladies were looking for the shopping centre I always go to so that was an easy one as well. Better than last week, when I was by Maura’s school and a nice Italian man asked me which way was City Centre. Ahhhh…that way? was my answer.
Today as I was walking Maura to the train after school, two American girls with big “tour the world” backpacks stopped me and asked if there was a pub nearby.
I told them how to get to two. I left out the third one as it looks a little seedy to me and they seemed like nice girls, lol! But I wonder what they must have thought, these two American backpacking girls, stopping someone in the middle of a Dublin neighborhood and having a fellow American give them directions – lol! What’s funny is it didn’t click in my brain until as I was walking away that they were American.