The closest McDonalds is 13 miles away and I can't ever find the bathrooom so I end up peeing in lots of corners.
I constantly get lost by only taking a few steps outside, and I apparently look like I know where I'm going since so many tourists stop and ask me directions. It's fun to make shit up and imagine what happens to them...
"You want to take Annie Glidden / Green Street to get to the market. If you've hit the ocean, you've gone too far."
I think that the overall theme of my days is that of total confusion.