Of course this means missing a lot. Always after a trip someone will say, shocked and reproachful, "You mean you went to XXX and didn't see the XXX??!"
But what we do see has the excitement of discovery. Suddenly, stunningly, we find ourselves somewhere that had been only a name. Like the time, following a narrow road winding through Tuscan olive groves, we passed a weatherbeaten little sign: VINCI. Sure enough, we'd stumbled on Leonardo's home town; a man on a bicycle directed us to the farmhouse where the great artist was born.
It happened again this week. Not a town we'd heard of, this time, though apparently we should have. I can hear people when we get home, "Dinkelsbuhl? Why, EVERYBODY knows Dinkelsbuhl!"