The Right Time for OCD
Way back before I even considered having a blog that I’d update every day for more than a year, my parents, grandparents, and I went to Las Vegas (hint: this is two times before we went for my birthday this past December). We stayed at a wonderful hotel called The Mirage, and my grandfather and I walked up and down the Vegas strip where we ate at a wonderful place called Fatburger. On the way back, we were almost to our hotel when we came to the corner of Caesar’s Palace. Our hotel was only the next one down, but Caesar’s had such an inviting moving walkway going into it, how could we resist? After all, we knew that there was an exit from the Forum Shops right next to an entrance to The Mirage. Oh what fools we mortals were…
Basically, my grandfather and I got lost in the shopping area of Caesar’s Palace for 45 minutes before we were finally able to find the exit that we were looking for. Granted, they have a large interest in getting you lost and keeping you in the hotel, but ever since then I’ve used that as an example of how easily I can get lost in a completely brand new place. Well, if I’m going to Tokyo in a couple weeks where there are no dead ends to tell me that I went the wrong way and to start over again, I want to try to get it right the first time. Therefore, for the past hour plus I’ve been researching everything I can find out about the path I need to take from the airport to the hotel. There are two different rail/subway systems involved and also walking down a street for a little ways, so I think the better prepared I am, the better off my sense of navigation be. After all, if I get lost, I don’t think screaming “Necesito ayuda!!” is going to help too much.