We spent two weeks touring. I was 18 years old, whiny, and insisted on eating burgers and fries at every juncture because the fancier food the tour was providing was not to my liking. Somehow, she did not kill me before we returned home. In exchange, I didn't kill her when she began insisting she had never been given the claims form she would need to get back through US Customs (which I had seen them give her five minutes before).
These are a few of the snapshots from our trip:
|Fake beer in the fake pub. My grandma's in the middle.|
|Surly teen face|
|Us with the two great tour guides. For the record, I told her that shirt was see-through!|
Thank you, Mommom!