Ah, Ben!! Thank you again for making me feel so happy that I don't travel. I say to those who do, "Go forward, men and women of the traveling world! Conquer those sights in front of you!!" I always note the highlight of any tourist adventure is meeting the local gringo or apothecary who can render a significant cure for their current malady. I believe I'm jaded. My 6-month body left West Point in 1949 to journey for many years through post-WWII Europe in Heidelberg, Salzburg, and Florence. Indeed, I learned Italian before English...so I could demand more parmesan in my minestrone. Then, at 8-10 we dwellt in the pre-tourist age Taiwan of 1956-58 as described in Part 1. Milk made from powder; Velveeta only; no TV (Alas!! I bid a fond farewell to Zorro!); rice paddies as the new jungle gym; stories of escaping mainland China; etc. Today, I just finished a delicious homemade Sloppy Joe on a toasted, buttered brioche bun. Later, I'll have some fresh strawberries and blueberries on organic vanilla ice-cream. All of which is the height of luxury as I sit here chuckling over alpaca and llama poop and extortionist grandmas.
I always thought llamas were rideable.
Huh. Who knew
Thanks for sharing your trip
Ah, Ben!! Thank you again for making me feel so happy that I don't travel. I say to those who do, "Go forward, men and women of the traveling world! Conquer those sights in front of you!!" I always note the highlight of any tourist adventure is meeting the local gringo or apothecary who can render a significant cure for their current malady. I believe I'm jaded. My 6-month body left West Point in 1949 to journey for many years through post-WWII Europe in Heidelberg, Salzburg, and Florence. Indeed, I learned Italian before English...so I could demand more parmesan in my minestrone. Then, at 8-10 we dwellt in the pre-tourist age Taiwan of 1956-58 as described in Part 1. Milk made from powder; Velveeta only; no TV (Alas!! I bid a fond farewell to Zorro!); rice paddies as the new jungle gym; stories of escaping mainland China; etc. Today, I just finished a delicious homemade Sloppy Joe on a toasted, buttered brioche bun. Later, I'll have some fresh strawberries and blueberries on organic vanilla ice-cream. All of which is the height of luxury as I sit here chuckling over alpaca and llama poop and extortionist grandmas.