You Chicken

I did that same walk both up and down !

• Kissing the Blarney stone while laying on my back with my head upside down.
• Seeing how excited DH was playing golf on the Old Course in St. Andrews and meeting him at "the bridge" on 18.
• My first visit to Trunk Bay in St. John USVI.
• The marketplace in Ocho Rios Jamaica. OMG! Scary!
• Houston Astro Dome - SuperBowl XXXVIII. I was sick with strep throat, but my beloved Panthers were playing & it really was an exciting game. We lost to the Patriots. We had good seats in the same section as the players' families. Brad Hoover's parents were behind us. At one point his dad thought he was a referee and let out both his arms in a moment of excitement - very hard, very fast and he hit me directly in my right eye giving me a black eye and knocking me over. My eye has never looked the same and eventually several years later I had to have eye lid surgery. An NFL football players daddy is a big guy too. I was sick and hurt and we lost

The End.

After driving 6 hours on snowy mountain roads in a rental car with a narrower wheel base than every other car on the highway we get one of the last hotel rooms in Lake Tahoe. About two blocks away was a casino so I wake up at 3:00 AM and go play some blackjack.
When I got back to the room at 8:00 AM a very irritated Mrs Z says " I could not sleep after you left, how would I get home if you got killed?"

I guess I need to be careful when I die so Mrs Z has a way home.

That phrase is now part of our travel dialogue. Every trip.

That is hilarious!

Virgin overseas travelers. On a university alumni tour of Italy. Jet lagged, arrived at Fiumicino. Got on a bus to our hotel.


Holy Mother of God, rounded a corner and there was the Coliseum. Will never forget it.

You have had some good memories Lady!

I was at St.
Andrew but did not play the course.

Kissing the Blarney Stone....if those two guys holding you ever let go it was straight down head first.

Hubby must be quite the golfer. Hope his back is okay.
Little NoNo having Birthday soon .!

Did you know William Wordsworth is buried in a quaint cemetery at the end of the short main street

in the equally quaint village of Grasmere !!

LoveItaly was a Gem

Hi Percy-

yes, Hubby is (or was) quite the golfer. He hasn稚 played in months and will need more back surgery. Mother of God - this time they will go in from his side, put in some metal screws and it will involve several nights in the hospital. It痴 not scheduled yet - Blue Cross Blue Shield has not approved it yet. They are probably wondering WTH IS WRONG WITH HIM. This will be about his 6th surgery in 7 years - 1 foot, 2 elbows, 1 shoulder/rotator cuff, 1 back and now another back surgery. Thank God I have good benefits at the bank, huh?

Thanks for remembering NoNo - he will be 4 on 6/29. He is moving further away from us and has to be out of his house by end of day Sunday. His nurse just quit and the new house loan is not quite approved yet. They are staying in an Air B&B in between and the dog is being boarded. DD1 started a new more stressful job too.... Crazy life !

NoNo will appear in the next US News & World Report magazine because his Children痴 hospital just won all these awards, and he will represent Cardiology and Heart Surgery....Didn稚 mean to hijack thread, just wanted to update... The best travel experience was taking him to meet the Disney characters Christmas 2019. Goofy is his best friend.

Thanks bankbabe.
I don't xcountry would mind a slight detour on this thread

Boy you have had your stress times for sure. If you can post some pictures of Little NoNo in that World magazine.

Guess you are married to the " Bionic Man"

Good Night

LoveItaly was a gem❤️

Percy, Yes we visited Dove Cottage in Grasmere. We used to stay there frequently. What an idyllic village.

Last time we visited it was chock a block with tourists and double-decker buses were driving through the little winding streets. Things had definitely changed.

There's used to be a gingerbread shop in Grasmere that filled the whole village with delicious scents. Don't know if it still exists.

A couple of things I think I learned (or started to learn) even from relatively short driving trips in various countries and being driven in others is

I'm not a part of that driving "ecosystem." Laws may be only a part of the dynamic and drivers there often have an understanding of each other that I don't share. What I think *should* be correct would only get a person into an accident And interactions that I cringe and wait to turn into an accident as it would back home miraculously fail to materialize. On the other hand, many places DO manage to generate a lot more road carnage than we're used to.

Still remember turning through an intersection on a back road in Thailand near the Myanmar border and being pointed the same direction I was turning anyway by a team of Thai soldiers. The rural "jungle" setting with no one else there, combined with the full-on military style weapons and gear stuck in my mind, even though nothing really happened.

Moved to Travel Tips

Because there's no way this thread would have gotten 54 posts in one day if it started here in the Travel Tips forum -lol-

Sad this post is going to slowly die as it was moved. Hate to say it but this travel board doesn’t get much traffic even if it made sense to do so.

This is a travel topic and the rules clearly state travel topics should not be posted in the Lounge.

During winter '88, buddy and I rented a brand-new Fiat and drove the heck out of it all across Portugal. On one particular highway known for its fatal accidents, we sure enough were nearly part of one, on Xmas Day. A maniacal young guy had tried to illegally pass us and managed to hit a family coming the other way head-on. At the last second, he turned and his vehicle went careening into a ditch like a stunt from James Bond. We were stunned afterwards when nobody appeared to have been killed.

Poor XC, his post has become a greatest hits of negative experiences.
I am done. The car car.

Forgettable travel moments

xcountry - I dunno. I forgot them!

Estepona, Spain, 1984. The future Mrs_Dave and I were wandering around the town square one summer evening when a
young woman invited us to a flamenco singing competition. She led us upstairs into a small auditorium, where four or five men were seated at a table. Each had a glass and a bottle of sherry in front of him. They downed their sherry, and then for the rest of the evening took turns pouring out their hearts and souls for us. All the while the young woman and her companions plied the audience with sherry as well. It was an unplanned, but unforgettable moment.
I really love Spain!
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