The Joys of a TomTom

Forgot to tell you that I got one of these navigation thingies, a TomTom One.

Or rather: my darling wife bought it for my (belated) birthday present. Something to do with the way I stubbornly refuse to ask for directions when hopelessly lost while giving her the blame, I suppose..

And I love it! At first I simply couldn’t justify the cost of buying one; I mean: it’s not everyday that you find yourself at an intersection with a stunned look on you face, is it?

But having spent a large part of July on the road, ferrying various daughters to their respective language camps, before discovering Slovenia and parts of Austria that even Heineken couldn’t refresh, I wouldn’t give it back!

Although I sincerely considered doing so upon approaching Munich on the way home:

"Ooh, Munich!" said the wife.

"Let’s go and visit Karin (her cousin)" she suggested.

"Ooh, yes, let’s!" I didn’t think..

We finally agreed to let old TomTom make the decision: if we would have been more than 15 minutes away, we would have pressed on. We weren’t, so we didn’t.

Still, I did end up driving home with a crate of Franziskaner Weissbier in the back: it WAS great to see you, Karin!