Despite the monumental - and therefore alluring - inanity of going there, we decided against the Savannah option fairly early into our trip. But it wasn't until hours later, when we were just 10 miles from a fork in the expressway, that we finally decided on Montgomery. And not because it made sense from a route standpoint, mind you, but because, finally, of the things we persuaded ourselves we wanted to do there.

If you haven't already figured it out, my wife, to borrow from the vernacular of pop psychology, is an enabler. So things generally work out pretty well when we travel together.

Traveling is like astrology. People have certain dominant traits that make them particularly compatible, or incompatible, with certain other types. The two most obvious, of course, are the aforementioned Itinerarian and Mr. Side Trip Guy. These two are almost fatally incompatible.

But there are many other types as well, and mixing and matching them with each other can be like mixing combustible chemicals together. And there are a few that are so toxic as to almost guarantee an explosion. A few of these include:

The Easily Impressed:
Isn't that just the most awesome doodlebug you've ever seen? We don't have doodlebugs like that back home. What an interesting doodlebug. Wait. Let me take a picture. There. Got it. Have you ever seen such a remarkable thing? Who'd have thunk - a doodlebug.

The Whiner:
It's too far to walk. I didn't bring the right clothes. Why don't they put their traffic signs in English?

The Unadventurous:
Where does a guy get a burger in this country? Bird-watching in the jungle - forget it, my hair doesn't like the humidity. What's the point of going to a vineyard when we can just get a couple of bottles of wine and hang here and watch the game?

The Jaded: