A couple of months ago, I was driving around a very inviting part of Antwerp. The sun was shining and so people were walking their dogs or watching me from a well chosen spot on the terrace of the local cafe. I say watching me, because that’s how it felt from my point of view. You see, I was en route to an appointment and the sad truth is that I was lost. Lost, I hear you think. In this age? Yes. The kind lady guiding me seemed to get a kick out of having me chase my tail by riding around in circles. I swear I crossed the same street four times in ten minutes. Thank god, I left in time.