Just get on any major highway, and eventually it will dead-end in a Disney parking area large enough to have its own climate, populated by large nomadic families who have been trying to find their cars since the Carter administration.
I suspect that LaGuardia is an elaborate prank, and New York has a real airport nearby that only locals know about.
Spain travel tip: If bathroom genders are indicated by flamingos, the boy flamingo is the one with a hat. I learned this the hard way.
The Spanish government, having run completely out of money, secretly sold the Pyrenees to China, and is now separated from France only by traffic cones.
San Francisco leads the world in the category of Most People On The Sidewalk Holding Conversations With Purely Imaginary Companions.
Dear Hotel People: We don't need a cheeseball clock-radio. WE NEED PLACES TO PLUG STUFF IN. Thank you.
Be advised that there is no parking in Europe.
Greyhound Bus Lines motto: "We Stop For Some Damn Thing Every 200 Yards."
Never trust anything you read in a travel article.
I'm sure we'll be Tweetin' up the Twitosphere as we travel around the world playing music.