"Darling, can you please turn on the GPS?" I asked my wife.
"Hang on, I know exactly where we are", she replied.
"Can you, for once, listen to me?"
She ignored my remark, immersed in the reading of the map. This was not the first time we were going on a trip, and this was definitely not the first time we were having a heated discussion because of this! Argh, in moments like these, I hate her for not listening to me. Especially when we are in a city we don't know!
"Seriously, you never knew how to read a map, turn on the damn thing".
"Hey, chill. Look, you just have to turn right, here."
I turned right.
"To the right, again, don't miss it".
I turned right again, but I smelt something was wrong.
"Ok, seems that you have to turn ri..."
"Again?! We're back on the same road! You can't read a map, I already told you!"
She fulminated, and turned on the GPS (yes, she should have done that in the first place, right?).
In 100 meters, turn right. Then, in 100 meters, turn left.
"Ah, you see? It's not making us going round in circles, at least!"
I turned right, then left.
In 100 meters, turn left. Then, in 100 meters, turn right.
"Wait", my wife said, "aren't we going on the same road again?"
"No, there are roadworks, we're just avoiding them."
In 100 meters, turn right. Then, in 100 meters, turn left.
"Sorry, honey, but your GPS is broken", she told me. "We're back on the road parallel to our initial road, and there were not any roadworks!"
"Yes, ok, this is strange. I'm sure there's an explanation, maybe there's... traffic jam?"
"Traffic jam? For 100 meters? Are you kidding me?"
I stayed silent, awaiting for the next instructions from my GPS, hoping it was not broken.
In 100 meters, turn left. Then, in 100 meters, turn right.
"Ok, maybe it's broken!"
"Ah, you see! Your 'modern' instrument is as bad as me!"
"Stop talking nonsense, and take the map".
I followed the instructions of the GPS nonetheless.
"Ok, now, turn right on the next cross-road", indicated my wife.
I turned right.
"No, not this one, sorry. Just turn around."
I turned around, and this time I went right on the good roa...
"NO! Darling, concentrate please! This is a deadend!"
I mumbled, but that was my fault this time. So I turned around again, and took the next road on the right.
Though this question doesn't make sense at first glance, can you guess where are my wife and I?