It is now Saturday, August 24th and we are somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean as I write this final post about the Griswolds’ European Vacation. Here are a few tidbits of information I made notes about along the way....
The toilets were all tankless...
It takes an engineer to figure out how to take a shower...
They served up “imported” hot sauce... :)
At 13 pounds per pack and a conversion rate of $1.21 dollars to a pound cigarettes were $15.73 per pack π³
Four drivers are better than one...π¬π¬π¬π¬ (Five including Julie, our GPS!)
The maintenance man has a box of bandaids instead of duct tape in his pocket...
There are 10,000 roundabouts in the United Kingdon π³π€ͺ (I looked this one up!)
Almost every vehicle here is a Mercedes, Audi, Jaguar, Peugot, or a BMW. We have not seen a single Ford F-150 or Chevy Silverado on the “carriageway” a/k/a highway.
In Ireland they had seafood chowder at EVERY pub and the “soup of the day” was ALWAYS vegetable at EVERY pub. CTM said, “Every pub served some kind of meat shoved in a pie with mashed potatoes and peas and a JUG of gravy!” But very YUMMO!!!!
There are neither air conditioning nor ceiling fans in Ireland or England....PANIC!!!!! But, it turned out to be fine π₯Ά
There is NO table service in England in any of the pubs. Every table has a number. You place your order for food and beverage, pay for it, give them the number of your table, and they deliver the food.
One last trip to the Toilet before boarding our plane to Dallas. Of course it was DOWNSTAIRS!!!
We had a SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS time! We saw lots of really really really old but very cool stuff. We drank a LOT of beer, ate a LOT, and laughed until our sides hurt! Since we only occasionally had internet many thanks to Tom for being our built in Google/Encyclopedia. We want to thank Tom and Carol for including us in this GREAT adventure!!! It was finally time to say goodbye and for hugs and a few tears. π’
“Don’t be dismayed at goodbyes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends.” Richard Bach
So...here’s “until me met again!” π»π₯ ππ€ (Oh, and my one final queen wave!!! π). Cheerio!!
Catch you on the flip flop...
CJM
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