Google Maps That Shit

One of the many important things I learned here is that of all the people in Santiago, it´s the Taxi drivers that are the worst at directions. They´re even worse than me (and it is basically genetically inscribed in me to not know how to get somewhere). You think that of all the people in Santiago, it would be the Taxi drivers that know where they´re going. Unfortunately, this couldn´t be further from the truth. I´ve lost count of the amount of times the driver has asked me where my destination is located, pulled out a huge booklet of Santiago to study the various maps inside, gotten lost, or pulled up to the side of the street to ask other locals for directions. And it´s not rare if they do this all in one ride. When they ask me where my destination is located, I just have to shake my head and laugh, because I can´t help but think that that´s like a doctor asking you what you think is wrong with you after you´ve layed out all of the symptoms for them. It´s a good thing I have a sense of humor about this (although with a much emptier wallet then before), because otherwise me volveré loca.