jumble of memories -
There was the battle with the turnstile in Rome after we'd been awake 30 plus hours, and were rescued by a well dressed gentle uomo who led us to the correct subway train (not that one we were aiming for
) and even rode with us one stop. He set the standard for my love of Rome.
Years earlier -
a high school friend and I resented, well, near hated, the Lennon sisters. Her mother taught one of them. We both had Lawrence Welk and tv trays in our family lives, enough said. A one, and a two, and a three...
So, some years later I was riding the greyhound bus on my way to LA from San Diego ($6.00), and sat next to a woman who started and didn't stop talking about the Lennon sisters. I forget the why of it. I wasn't even from Venice, where their home was, then. I wasn't the brash verbal person I can be now, and just did, what, two hours of nodding.
The romance in Mexico City - part of it involved a bus ride to and from Tenochtitlan, not quite like Nick's. If I ever scan pictures, I'll have a nice one, no, no, not what you're thinking.
The bus to Chichicastenango, a highland town in Guatemala that has been a tourist mecca lo these many years. Yes, it was steep and Chichi sort of scary with the goose stepping soldiers (73), but the key memory was of the people walking up steep grades carrying big clay pots to market on their shoulders.. a long way.
A flight over the Alps in late February... the Alps!!!!
The time the Aeronaves plane set down in TJ while the stewardesses said their rosaries.. and the first guy out, man in a black suit, kissed the tarmac...
flying into Tikal, not scary at the time. Still, non pressurized, if I remember right, and not good to crash.
and my father took me into a wwII bomber at wright field - uh.