For the most part, they don't get my location, here in Newfoundland, a.k.a. "
Newfowndlund". It's actually pronounced "New-found-land." We're located in the most easterly part of North America, but seemingly invisible to many folks south of the border.
I secretly like the anonymity sometimes, but it can be frustrating in the business world. For example, while I was the assistant manager at a resort on the west coast here, I'd regularly get calls from people in New York, Chicago, etc., who would ask the most interesting questions. There was one women who was planning a wedding at Niagara Falls for a weekend, and wanted to arrive here by car the next day for the honeymoon (not realizing the 2000-plus kilometres in between). She had this great, smokey voice, which sounded like a cross between one of Marge Simpson's sisters and Jerry Seinfeld's TV mother.
Another person once asked me what the "downtown Newfoundland" scene is like (thinking we were one enormous city).
I have to say, however, that once the American visitors took the leap of faith, made their plans, and actually arrived here, they were some of the most gracious people you could ever hope to meet. A few of them even left me letters of thanks, which was incredibly nice.