Marc And The GPS (This is almost as good as Marc and a Honduran road map)

We have been in the States for five weeks.  Our time is rapidly coming to a close.  We have been in several churches, some of which we have never visited before.  When we left Borger, Marc had in his possession a GPS belonging to his mom. 

For the most part, she has guided us to our destination.  But not always.  There were times we knew where we were going, but Marc plugged an address or city into the GPS just for fun.  When we left Lubbock for Oklahoma City, we had decided to go one of the country routes.  But she really wanted us to go on the interstate.  She just kept saying "recalculating route", "make a legal u-turn when possible."  It took her a long time to figure out we were not making a legal u-turn.

In Belleville, where we know our way, she once told us to turn left.  We knew that wasn't the way, but Marc turned left anyway.  She led us to a dead end.  Marc began to turn around and she was saying continue.  I was laughing so hard.  I guess we could have continued.  Through a field, a ditch, and a median.  We would have then been on the road on which she wanted us.

She was thoroughly confused in East Tennessee.  Bless her heart.  She tried.  Saturday night, when we were going to eat, Marc turned left instead of right.  Instead of telling us to make a legal u-turn, she took us way out of the way.  Several blocks out of the way.  Ten minutes later, after making several left turns, we were back where we started.  I guess she had the upper hand that time.  If Marc wasn't going to listen, she would take him on a wild goose chase.  Then yesterday morning, Marc correctly entered the address for the church.  After she guided us along, she said, "you have arrived."  We had not arrived and Marc argued with her.  And turned her off.

One time, Marc forgetting he was in the States, made an illegal u-turn.  She began to scream, "when possible make a legal u-turn."  How did she know we made an illegal one?

Then there has been those times when we didn't know or didn't have an address and we just plugged in a city, or made up an address in the city to which we were going.  Like 100 Main Street.  Every city has a main street and that gets us to the city and then we can find out where we need to be.  Sometimes that works and sometimes that doesn't.  Like last night.  We were driving from East Tennessee to Nolensville.  We never did find 100 Main Street.  But we traveled several country roads, in the dark.  We had an idea we were getting further from our destination.  We turned around. 

I have spent a good amount of time laughing at her.

We only have one more week in the States.  There will not be many more times we listen to her.  Or laugh at her.  Or argue with her.  She has helped us find our way and, at times, been good entertainment.

Terri