I am driving along the narrow streets, trying to abide by the unfamiliar European traffic signs while remembering the impossible-to-pronounce German street names. My 6-year-old daughter sits next to me. I mutter to myself. I am trying to be calm, but I am new to Germany and I’ve just realized that I am driving down the same street yet again.
Somehow I’ve gotten us into one of those vortex places where no matter which way you go, you end up in the same place again.
“Mommy, are we lost?” my daughter asks.
“No,” I smile, determined. “We’re having an adventure!”