Will I ever see my MOMMY again?

At 18
I went to Valencia Spain
with a Church group
Once there 
we were told
we could go on our own
to explore the city
Well as an adventurer 
I am
I decided to go on my own

Had a lovely time
saw the sights
drank some lovely vino
ate superb paella 
However when I decided
to leave
I realized I had not
written the name, phone # 
or address of the place
I was staying
down
To make things worse
I did not remember
what bus I was supposed 
to take.
So being a logical
18 year old 
I decided to 
play a game
to decipher
which bus 
to take so
I did this

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe 
If he hollers let him go! 
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mommy told me to
pick the best one
and you are it!

So where ever my finger ended up
pointing to 
is the bus that I ended up picking

After an hour being on the bus
nothing seemed 
to look familiar
the bus abruptly
stopped
and the bus driver
told me it was 
the last stop
and I had to get 
off.
At this point 
I exited the bus
I felt like peeing
in my pants
as I was lost
I then turned
around
and low and behold
the place I was staying
was right in front of me
From that day forward
I always had the name
phone# and address
where I was staying
in my pocket.....

A year or so later
I found myself 
in Japan 
teaching English
with Swedish Missionaries
During the summer
the leader of our
organization
asked me 
to show a 
couple of new
missionaries
around the town.
While we were 
sightseeing
it was 
apparent
we had lost
our bearings
An observant 
young lady in our group
figured out
that we were 
misplaced
Frantically
she asked me
if we were lost
I told her
take a seat 
on the train
and listen
to a song 
that I had just
written
and it
went
like this

:WILL I EVER SEE MY MOMMY AGAIN?
I AM IN A FAR AND DISTANT LAND
I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF TOKYO 
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
WILL I EVER SEE MY MOMMY AGAIN?

The young lady was not amused.
I told her to relax
I have the address
in my pocket
and we will just take a taxi.......................