I knew my choices for the weekend were a) sit at home all day and do nothing, or b) be brave and use a taxi. I chose option B. Most of the day was laid out so that friends would pick me up or walk me where I needed to go, but at the very end of the day, I was at someone’s house and knew I’d have to navigate myself home. Having only lived at this new place for a few days, I wasn’t entirely confident in telling people where I lived let alone how to get there. Yes, I could always call someone and have them tell the taxi driver where to go, but I wanted to know I could get myself home if I ever needed...especially in the dark.
I won’t spell out the entire conversation because I’m sure it’s funniest if you were there, but by the end of the ride, I remembered what left and right were in Arabic, was able to tell the taxi driver he was going the wrong way at one point, and in the end made it to my doorstep. SUCCESS!!