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verbicideJust got off the phone with my cousin Kiki. She and Mish (her sister) are going on a 17 day tour of Europe this August. They're going to London, Paris, Venice, Rome, and Dusseldorf. I am so fucking excited for them!! I think this is the first time they get to travel someplace fun without their parents. My little babies are all grown up. *sniffle* Very hard to not treat them like the 8 year old kittens I see them as.
It reminds me of my own trip to Europe which was (holyshit!!) over ten years ago.
Summer of 1989.
England: London, Stratford-upon-Avon, Oxford (yay for British Museum; yay for RSC production of Cymbeline)
France: Paris (met cute Italian waiter, Tony, who drove us everywhere, yay)
Germany: Munich, Nuremberg (Dachau first stop, bleh; not so much with the caring)
Austria: Salzburg (yay Sound of Music everywhere and very green and pretty)
Belgium: Bruges (quaint and wonderful)
Switzerland: Zermatt (fell in love with bartender Hans at The Brown Cow bar, was drunk pretty much always)
Denmark: Copenhagen (Tivoli Gardens, very nice, but brief stop)
Italy: Florence, Rome (yay for shopping, yay museums; didn't make it to the Vatican; skirt fell off in middle of street, oops)
Greece: Athens, Mykonos (cool to see Acropolis, but god what a filthy city; paradise and kayaking in the Mediterranean)
Of course I was a wobbly 17 year old and had the IQ of a cheeseplant. Wish very much to go back again now as sensible adult (hah!). Dying to go to Prague. Once I get that career track job with paid vacations again (*swoon*), I think for my first vacation, I'm going to travel to someplace in Europe.
I have no idea when that will be, or what![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brabble will be doing, but have decided she will have to come with me.
Now it's past 6:30pm and I want food but have none in house. Brh. Must venture out to grocery store. Wah.
It reminds me of my own trip to Europe which was (holyshit!!) over ten years ago.
Summer of 1989.
England: London, Stratford-upon-Avon, Oxford (yay for British Museum; yay for RSC production of Cymbeline)
France: Paris (met cute Italian waiter, Tony, who drove us everywhere, yay)
Germany: Munich, Nuremberg (Dachau first stop, bleh; not so much with the caring)
Austria: Salzburg (yay Sound of Music everywhere and very green and pretty)
Belgium: Bruges (quaint and wonderful)
Switzerland: Zermatt (fell in love with bartender Hans at The Brown Cow bar, was drunk pretty much always)
Denmark: Copenhagen (Tivoli Gardens, very nice, but brief stop)
Italy: Florence, Rome (yay for shopping, yay museums; didn't make it to the Vatican; skirt fell off in middle of street, oops)
Greece: Athens, Mykonos (cool to see Acropolis, but god what a filthy city; paradise and kayaking in the Mediterranean)
Of course I was a wobbly 17 year old and had the IQ of a cheeseplant. Wish very much to go back again now as sensible adult (hah!). Dying to go to Prague. Once I get that career track job with paid vacations again (*swoon*), I think for my first vacation, I'm going to travel to someplace in Europe.
I have no idea when that will be, or what
brabble will be doing, but have decided she will have to come with me. Now it's past 6:30pm and I want food but have none in house. Brh. Must venture out to grocery store. Wah.
