Where in the World is WapakGram?
Since I have last blogged I have become a world traveler. Yes, a passport stamped traveling American. My son is in Oxford England at this time, so the entire family took the opportunity to go to Paris and London before we dumped left him at Oxford to be rained upon and flooded. And our 30th anniversary is this December so we combined all the excitement into one Griswald-ish trip.
Of course, it is the worst time in the history of mankind to travel to Paris and London as the dollar is at the all time low against the Euro and the pound. Figures.
What did I do on my summer vacation? It is more like what I learned about myself.
1. I still have NO F@#$%**ing idea what to do with a bidet. Much hilarity.
2. I do not react well to being two blocks from a car with a bomb in it. My voice tends to go up a few octaves on the phone and I tend to speak a wholelotfaster.
FOR MARY——I came out of the store where I was shopping and ALL TRAFFIC ALL 4 WAYS was stopped and backed up. I thought it was from rerouting everything from the bomb/car the night before. So I asked the MR. Policeman sir if I could walk a couple blocks somewhere else and get a cab. He informed me that I wasn’t walking anywhere and to stay put as they had “another situation,” just 2 blocks away. I called the men to tell them I didn’t know when I would ever get back to the hotel as all was halted. I found out on the news they towed the car out of a parking garage with a bomb in it. The garage was 2 blocks from where I was.
3. Watching my 2 grown sons act like goofballs with their dad or without can still bring a tear to my eye. And I still want to whap them upside the head when they all walk 10 miles ahead of me. I’m trying to figure out which way to look to cross the street without being maimed and they are onto the next museum.
4. After 2 weeks, I had my fill of DEAD PEOPLE! I put my foot down on the prison towers of London and went shopping. You could not sneeze in London without hitting a statue or a crypt or a tomb with a marble corpse on top. You should have seen me hopscotching around Westminster Abbey trying not to step on tombs.
5. I must fit some profile because I was double checked, wanded, and patted down in 3 countries! Maybe it was the amount of things stuffed into my purse and carry on. 
6. There’s no place like home. My regards to Dorothy.
Of course, I was only home for less than a week and we got in the car and headed to Atlanta to stay with MAX! while his parents went out. He is nearly 5 months old!!! I loved the heck out of my boys but having a Grandchild is another piece of your heart that opens out and lets the love out.
So to facilitate discussion-as if THIS group needed that- what was your favorite vacation and why? It can be virtual or still in the planning stage. We are CB’s after all.
Bryan I have my instructions right in front of me and I am going to do my best to get the MAX pictures on here. Be warned.
And reading the book his Grandpa got him. It is one of a set.
Carry on and talk amongst yourselves.
Pics are now clickable ~ bjw
107 comments July 25th, 2007