I was downloading photos from CD to a hard drive over the past week and came up with vacation memories dating back to 1970. It gave me the idea to post my travel moments that still come up in conversation today with whomever will listen to me. It’s not necessarily the highlight of a trip, but the moment or memory that comes with a story. My first trip to Europe wasn’t until 2104 with my wife Carla for our 25th anniversary and so the majority of these memories are North American. Whether you enjoy it or not, I don’t know, but it did kill a few hours of my weekend…
July 1970 Clear Lake, Manitoba I scream, you scream, we all scream….
I don’t have an exact date, and why this memory sticks with me I don’t know, but I was a 6-year-old with freedom on a bike in a resort town. Every day I’d beg my dad for some money and ride to the ice cream shop that had these dual ice cream cones so I could get two scoops side by side and then a third stacked on top of those two. When they were young, my kids used to look at me in awe when I told stories of what ice cream cones used to be like.
May 27, 1988 Minneapolis, Minnesota Rick Steves can kiss my a$%!
The Carla that packs for a vacation now is not the Carla that packed in 1988. It’s always been my dream to visit every Major League Baseball stadium before I die; I’ve been to 14 so far but have to revisit Minnesota as this trip was to their former stadium. It was just a quick in-and-out Friday-Monday including travel time; so, 2 full days, but she managed to squeeze 7 pairs of shoes and multiple lipsticks into her bag. Upon questioning; all items were necessary and I should mind my own business. Fast forward to last year’s 14-day European adventure and she had 1 small suitcase and 1 large purse and proudly brags about it and sends out photos on Facebook to her awed and shocked friends and family.
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