Where Did I Come From?

This is not going to be about evolution. It is also not going to be a philosophical report about where we come from as I would only get a headache from that. This is about something else. 
Every person has their weaknesses and strengths, right? Right. Today I will tell you about one of my biggest weaknesses and the consequences it led to. 
I am terribly, horribly, horrendously AWFUL at giving directions. Seriously, my sense of orientation doesn't compare - it is unbelievably rotten and people always say I shouldn't say that and, surely, I couldn't be that bad - well, let me set some things straight by giving you actual proof. 
A couple of years ago, my man and I went to Malaga in Spain. We had a great week in a lovely hotel (though it was freezing cold, they had a disagreement what constitutes too much AC). The sea was a short walk away and because neither my man nor me like the sea for swimming, we decided to rent beach loungers. Now, many of you will declare me and my man crazy, but to be honest, I think people who actually enjoy swimming in a huge dirty pond with lethal creatures in it should be labelled crazy, not the other way around. I mean, there was a jellyfish plague going on and, thankfully, we spotted one only in the last day or we wouldn't even have done the two pseudo-dips in the water before quickly running out and being relieved we survived. The jellyfish nearly touched me and if my man hadn't screamed JELLYFISH, JELLYFISH, JELLYFISH, I would most likely have been stung, so we were confirmed that the sea is a yucky and dangerous place but I am digressing here, so back on to the topic...
The beach loungers were AWESOME! Who would ever sit down on a sandy towel anymore? Loungers are the greatest thing for a sea trip and we gladly paid the 15 Euros for the full day. We lounged around (that's why they are called loungers) and had a great time watching the sea from a safe distance. 
However, there was one backdrop with the loungers. They all looked COMPLETELY the same. And not even only the ones from our beach but from ALL the beaches. So, long story short, I went to buy chips at a booth and when I turned back, I realised that I had no fucking clue where to go. Everything looked the same and I couldn't remember where I had come from. Frantically scanning the area, I slowly paced ahead but for the love of God, I wouldn't find it. I was on the edge of panicking when I saw my man lying on his lounger, laughing so hard he was actually falling off it. Relieved, I ran to him where I could endure his mocking and laughing and there are still days he cries of laughter when he remembers. This same experience repeatedly happens in the public swimming pools as well, I just cannot find my towel anymore and run around like a headless hen, completely lost and helpless. 
But now to today. At the moment N is here to celebrate Halloween with us and we took her car to drive up to my parents' house. You would assume I knew the directions, but, apparently, I don't. We drove on the wrong motorway and ended up nearly driving to Italy instead of driving to my parents. Seriously, hardly ever have I been more embarrassed - I mean in your own city!! But I freaked out, so I used the navigation system because I didn't trust my instincts anymore (and why would I?). So, in the end, instead of needing the usual twenty minutes to drive to my parents' house, we spent three quarters of an hour, but at least N got a nice tour of the Tyrolean villages. After all, it's all about what you make out of a situation, right?