Sounds Like A Plan
“Do you have a plan?” Those words, spoken in reply to my requests for directions, would always trigger a “loading” moment no matter how many times I’d been asked the same question before.
And then I’d remember I’m in France, and that maps are called plans here, and I’d snap back to attention.
“Oh!” I would say, brightening up. “Yes, yes, I’ve got one right here.”
Cultural crisis averted, barely. And for some reason it’s stuff like this that delight me the most when I’m traveling — those “oh, now I get it” moments.