Happy Fathers Day
Jun 19th, 2005, 03:23 AM
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Happy Fathers Day
To the men out there that carry the bags and alot of the times pay for most of the good times Happy fathers Day.Of course I must add we get to take our lovely ladies with us..Anyone have a humurous tale to tell, about something dad did on a vacation please tell. Mine was I got arrested in Mexico and locked up they thought I was there selling handcuffs.The Police in the city kept coming to my room to buy these handcuffs that never exsisted,finally a dectective straightened everything out,but it really shook my wife.lol.Needless to say I spent several hours in a less than one star hotel ewwww!!!!
Jun 19th, 2005, 09:50 AM
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Hey lil - Happy Father's Day! What a great (ewwwww) story about Mexico. Glad you didn't stay there too long.
My husband turns into, what our girls call, "Travel Dad." All of a sudden he's like this travel Nazi - ordering us around, telling us what to wear (ha! with three teenage girls??). Hard to explain, but even our girls' friends know who "Travel Dad" is!!
One episode that I remember (and it doesn't come close to spending time in a Mexican jail!) - everywhere we went in England my husband had to touch stuff; pick it up, look at it - depsite signs that instruct otherwise.
Well, at Windsor Castle he got busted. He couldn't keep his hands off some of the old firearms and he touched one - a very loud alarm went off, much to our embarassment.
You'd think he would have learned his lesson but, no, about 30 minutes later he was touching an old jousting pole and, yes, alarm again and now this brought a security person who very sternly warned him NOT TO TOUCH. Our girls just walked away and pretended not to know this crazy American....
Luckily, he was not thrown out. But he DID continue to do this the entire trip. (and the girls learned not to walk too close to Dad!) We love to tease him about his insatiable curiosity!
My husband turns into, what our girls call, "Travel Dad." All of a sudden he's like this travel Nazi - ordering us around, telling us what to wear (ha! with three teenage girls??). Hard to explain, but even our girls' friends know who "Travel Dad" is!!
One episode that I remember (and it doesn't come close to spending time in a Mexican jail!) - everywhere we went in England my husband had to touch stuff; pick it up, look at it - depsite signs that instruct otherwise.
Well, at Windsor Castle he got busted. He couldn't keep his hands off some of the old firearms and he touched one - a very loud alarm went off, much to our embarassment.
You'd think he would have learned his lesson but, no, about 30 minutes later he was touching an old jousting pole and, yes, alarm again and now this brought a security person who very sternly warned him NOT TO TOUCH. Our girls just walked away and pretended not to know this crazy American....
Luckily, he was not thrown out. But he DID continue to do this the entire trip. (and the girls learned not to walk too close to Dad!) We love to tease him about his insatiable curiosity!
Jun 19th, 2005, 10:08 AM
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Happy Fathers Day to you too. We were at my favorite bistro, the Regalade in Paris and my husband squirted the spritzer bottle the wrong way. Instead of into my apertif, A suze, it hit the backs of two chic French ladies. They were so nice about it and laughed it off.
Jun 19th, 2005, 10:21 AM
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In the early 1960's we went to Washington, D.C. We parked the car on a street near the WhiteHouse and started down the sidewalk. Out of nowhere came two men in suits who literally grabbed my father. We all went into total panic. It seems they were grabbing him to tell him that it was necessary to lock a car in Washington. We came from Ohio. He had never locked a car in his life. For months my dad talked about how dangerous Washington was, that you were even supposed to lock your car.
Incidentally, during that trip our house back in the Ohio countryside was unlocked also. A couple years later, we finally had keys made for the house. The house never had them before and we had lived there for over 20 years, but a couple robberies in nearby towns made us decide to get locks and keys for our house doors.
Ah, the good old days.
Incidentally, during that trip our house back in the Ohio countryside was unlocked also. A couple years later, we finally had keys made for the house. The house never had them before and we had lived there for over 20 years, but a couple robberies in nearby towns made us decide to get locks and keys for our house doors.
Ah, the good old days.
Jun 19th, 2005, 03:23 PM
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thank you for REMINDING me today is father's day in the USA. Since the spanish father's day ( where i live)was march 19th, i sometimes have a hard time remembering to call my dad ( in the U.S.)so many months later.
I also called and reminded many of my american friends here.. because we do get distracted!!
I also called and reminded many of my american friends here.. because we do get distracted!!
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When I was in the fifth grade, my papa took my sister and me to Albuquerque, New Mexico. One day, we were walking around a mall and went into this store that sold salsa. My father, ignoring the advice of the sales people and the other customers, tried the hottest salsa they had. I heard him shriek from all the way across the store, and when I got to where he was, he was bright red, sweating, and gasping for air. My sister and I started laughing, and then I offered to buy him a soda if my sister and I could one also. I bought him the soda so his head wouldn't explode, but the scene he made was hilarious.
Of course, my dad and sister make fun of ME (!!!), saying I should have asked for a car or a $100 to go shopping with, since he would've given anything for a soda.
Other than that, my dad's a pretty cool travel buddy!
Of course, my dad and sister make fun of ME (!!!), saying I should have asked for a car or a $100 to go shopping with, since he would've given anything for a soda.
Other than that, my dad's a pretty cool travel buddy!
Jun 19th, 2005, 06:30 PM
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I don't mean to preach--but please honor your husbands/fathers today and every day, for all that baggage handling, and everything else they do.
I lost my husband in March, and although my daughter and I are planning a trip to London and Edinburgh later this summer, our travels will never again be the same without him.
We have lots of wonderful memories, travel and otherwise, to cherish, but many of the funniest come from a month-long trip to took to Spain.
For instance, my husband rented a car without automatic transmission (cheaper), but he hadn't driven a standard in many, many years. We picked up this car at place on the Gran Via in Madrid (very big, very busy avenue) and we went down that road like a jack rabbit, stalling out every once in awhile--in major traffic. We were headed to Segovia, which meant manuevering through some high, winding mountain roads (lucky we did not fall off) and finally made it to Segovia, which has narrow streets, gates, and cobblestones. When we finally parked at the Alcazar, my daughter and ran to the restroom, where we dissolved in nervous laughter and started to make bets on where we were going to die in Spain.
We later moved on to Avila, then Toledo, where Jorge's frustration was growing. He was trying to find a parking space and some nuns were crossing the street. He muttered, "Goddam nuns!" I looked at our daughter and at him and said: "Jorge, you just cursed at nuns!" He explained: "They were in the way and I'm trying to park."
Things got slightly better as he readjusted to the standard, but I had chosen hotels in the older, more historic parts of many towns and cities, not realizing that historic guarantees narrow, cobblestoned streets. In Cordoba, even though my husband's native language was Spanish, we had to ask directions five times and it took us an hour to find our hotel--with my husband cursing the whole time. We got to the hotel, on one of the more narrow streets, and I went inside to inquire where their parking lot was located. The woman at the desk told me we had to back up, etc., and I just refused to go out and tell my husband. I told her to find somebody to go out and give him directions, and I sat on a bench in the lobby. I just didn't want to be there when he found out he had to back down the narrow street that we had barely been able to navigate going forward!
Finally, my husband was obsessed with thermometers. We have thermometers on various windows of our house, the garage, a tree in the driveway, the shed by the pool, etc. etc., because the temperature varies in the shade and sun. Anyway, Jorge took this tiny thermometer with him to Spain and kept it in his pocket. He made my daughter and I laugh every time he pulled out that thermometer and inquired: "Do you want to know the temperature in my pocket in Barcelona?"
Thank you for allowing me to share these silly (and somewhat profane) memories of my husband and our travels, and may the temperature always be perfect for all of you in Barcelona....and everywhere else!
I lost my husband in March, and although my daughter and I are planning a trip to London and Edinburgh later this summer, our travels will never again be the same without him.
We have lots of wonderful memories, travel and otherwise, to cherish, but many of the funniest come from a month-long trip to took to Spain.
For instance, my husband rented a car without automatic transmission (cheaper), but he hadn't driven a standard in many, many years. We picked up this car at place on the Gran Via in Madrid (very big, very busy avenue) and we went down that road like a jack rabbit, stalling out every once in awhile--in major traffic. We were headed to Segovia, which meant manuevering through some high, winding mountain roads (lucky we did not fall off) and finally made it to Segovia, which has narrow streets, gates, and cobblestones. When we finally parked at the Alcazar, my daughter and ran to the restroom, where we dissolved in nervous laughter and started to make bets on where we were going to die in Spain.
We later moved on to Avila, then Toledo, where Jorge's frustration was growing. He was trying to find a parking space and some nuns were crossing the street. He muttered, "Goddam nuns!" I looked at our daughter and at him and said: "Jorge, you just cursed at nuns!" He explained: "They were in the way and I'm trying to park."
Things got slightly better as he readjusted to the standard, but I had chosen hotels in the older, more historic parts of many towns and cities, not realizing that historic guarantees narrow, cobblestoned streets. In Cordoba, even though my husband's native language was Spanish, we had to ask directions five times and it took us an hour to find our hotel--with my husband cursing the whole time. We got to the hotel, on one of the more narrow streets, and I went inside to inquire where their parking lot was located. The woman at the desk told me we had to back up, etc., and I just refused to go out and tell my husband. I told her to find somebody to go out and give him directions, and I sat on a bench in the lobby. I just didn't want to be there when he found out he had to back down the narrow street that we had barely been able to navigate going forward!
Finally, my husband was obsessed with thermometers. We have thermometers on various windows of our house, the garage, a tree in the driveway, the shed by the pool, etc. etc., because the temperature varies in the shade and sun. Anyway, Jorge took this tiny thermometer with him to Spain and kept it in his pocket. He made my daughter and I laugh every time he pulled out that thermometer and inquired: "Do you want to know the temperature in my pocket in Barcelona?"
Thank you for allowing me to share these silly (and somewhat profane) memories of my husband and our travels, and may the temperature always be perfect for all of you in Barcelona....and everywhere else!
Jun 20th, 2005, 04:33 AM
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My Jorge really was something, and he did drive me crazy at times, but I'd love to have that craziness back. The point of my message really was to remind people to try to appreciate all of the moments, whether they are purely wonderful or downright crazy, and to try not to sweat the small stuff on your trips, because the experiences, and the memories they create, are what really matter, not whether everything goes perfectly.
Now, when my daughter and I reminisce about Spain, it is not the cathedrals and museums we talk about most often--it is the craziness of riding in that jackrabbit car on those cobblestone streets and having regular updates on the temperature in Granada, Alicante, Bilbao....
By the way, we buried Jorge with that little thermometer in his pocket, because we were certain he'd want to know the temperature in heaven, but we are sure he is still out at the gates trying to explain to St. Peter why he cursed the nuns in Toledo!
Now, when my daughter and I reminisce about Spain, it is not the cathedrals and museums we talk about most often--it is the craziness of riding in that jackrabbit car on those cobblestone streets and having regular updates on the temperature in Granada, Alicante, Bilbao....
By the way, we buried Jorge with that little thermometer in his pocket, because we were certain he'd want to know the temperature in heaven, but we are sure he is still out at the gates trying to explain to St. Peter why he cursed the nuns in Toledo!
Jun 20th, 2005, 06:12 PM
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Good jobs ladies and gents ,I think the purpose of this was to let everyone know not to forget !Your loved ones are your loved ones .The outcomes did not matter but that you experienced a moment together.your auras crossed in time and greated an unforgetful memory, something that you will laugh about for the rest of your lives.some people have a few of theses high charged memories ,others have dozens.We know they make us feel good and brings back those feelings. thanks for yours. stories they were fun. S
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