(Another photo I obviously did not take myself.)
In 1996, Dearest Sister and I traveled with Oldest Daughter and some of the graduating seniors from her high school on one of those whirlwind tours of Europe. 4 countries in ten days, I think. Maybe nine. It was a flurry of activity, the kind of tour where the guide (Tour Boy, we called him) says, “OK, this is the Louvre. You have 2 hours and 45 minutes to be back at the bus. If you want to see the Mona Lisa, follow the signs!”
Which we did, by the way. Saw Mona, that is. And ALL the rest of the Louvre, in the 2 hours and 45 minutes of allotted time. Umm…right. I must say, the place is staggering.
On our prompt return to the bus, because we were always prompt, we took an opportunity to…rest. Just a bit. One of the kids said some French photographer took a photo of us while we were…uh...just resting our eyes. Probably ended up on some Euro postcard, for all we know.
Cheese-eating surrender monkey.
Actually, we had a grand time. It was one of the best of our vacations together. Maybe the best. I would go back to Europe with Dearest Sister in a heartbeat. I would go about anywhere with her in a heartbeat, because we have a rollicking good time together, without fail.
Ask our girls. We embarrass them often, though not as often as we use to. We told them we were sorry, but it was our job. Oh, we weren't really sorry.
Today is Dearest Sister’s birthday. Joyeux anniversaire, Chere Soeur!
In 1996, Dearest Sister and I traveled with Oldest Daughter and some of the graduating seniors from her high school on one of those whirlwind tours of Europe. 4 countries in ten days, I think. Maybe nine. It was a flurry of activity, the kind of tour where the guide (Tour Boy, we called him) says, “OK, this is the Louvre. You have 2 hours and 45 minutes to be back at the bus. If you want to see the Mona Lisa, follow the signs!”
Which we did, by the way. Saw Mona, that is. And ALL the rest of the Louvre, in the 2 hours and 45 minutes of allotted time. Umm…right. I must say, the place is staggering.
On our prompt return to the bus, because we were always prompt, we took an opportunity to…rest. Just a bit. One of the kids said some French photographer took a photo of us while we were…uh...just resting our eyes. Probably ended up on some Euro postcard, for all we know.
Cheese-eating surrender monkey.
Actually, we had a grand time. It was one of the best of our vacations together. Maybe the best. I would go back to Europe with Dearest Sister in a heartbeat. I would go about anywhere with her in a heartbeat, because we have a rollicking good time together, without fail.
Ask our girls. We embarrass them often, though not as often as we use to. We told them we were sorry, but it was our job. Oh, we weren't really sorry.
Today is Dearest Sister’s birthday. Joyeux anniversaire, Chere Soeur!
2 comments:
Looks like my photos of Europe caused some fond remembering.... glad to have helped!
Heheheh! 2 hours and 45 minutes in the Louvre... It takes me about that long just to go through the Egyptian and Persian sections!! Sounds like it was an EXCELLENT trip! (Sisters are the BEST!!)
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