Summary: My wife and I were in the first week of what turned out to be an eight-month trip to Europe. We had gotten lost so many times already it was painful. Medieval European towns wouldn't know the meaning of "grid" if you hit them with it. They streets go every which way. In fact, in just trying to get from where we picked up our car to the freeway, we took a wrong turn and ended up 20 miles down the wrong highway.