Photobearsam, how we change and how things change.
In the Fall of 1985 I signed up for a high school whirlwind trip of Europe. We would go to London, Amsterdam, Frankfort, Lucerne, Venice, Rome, Florence, Nice and finally Paris. In 25 days.
Forty four people signed up for the trip. Then came April 1986. Terrorist attacks. Four killed on a Trans World Flight and 3 killed in a disco in Berlin. When we left in June, only 22 people were still willing to go.
For those brave enough to go, it was an unrepeatable experience. At the Tower of London, in late June, there was a five minute wait to get in to see the Crown Jewels. In the Vatican in July, the line to enter started at the top of the Bramante Stair Case.
Our trip ended in Paris. We were tired and homesick. And pretty broke. We didn't go to the top of the Effel Tower because we were pretty saturated with seeing all the sites. And we 18 and could still by beer and wine, and that would end when we went home. Dilemma, go to the top or drink. So it was buy a postcard, and some bottles of wine. About rude experiences, I remember entering the Louvre. I went to pay, and I had a bill and a bunch of change. As I was sorting through my coins, adding up my francs, and I had a lot of them, the lady just reached out and grabbed the bill, gave me the ticket, and an icy stare.
Paris was my least favorite of all the places we visited. It is the only time I've been there, and I understand that my visit was not under optimal circumstances. But to tell the truth, I've never had a desire to go back. There are other places I would rather go to first. Now Rome on the other hand …
One last thing about how we change. In 1986, if you were in, say Paris, and you wanted to call home, you had to have a lot of change or go to the telephone bureau and make the call from there. Before I ended every call home, I would set a day and time with my parents. Two or three days might have passed between calls. If we wanted to know what was happening in the world, or the States we had to buy the International Herald Tribune to see the days old baseball scores. In the hotels there was no CNN or FOX. Two weeks ago I was in Granada, and there was an American tour group of high schoolers. At one point we were all kind of milling around in front of the cathedral, and of course they all had their cell phones, sending whatapps, facebook, etc. I really is a different world.