So we’re all en famille driving in the car to Grandma’s house this morning, and The Cat, who is 24 and married, and her kid sister La Principessa, who will be 18 in June, are in the back seat, talking. And out of nowhere, La P announces to the parental units in the front seat, “Cat and I are going to England in July.”
Short silence from the front seat.
“That’s nice, dear,” I say pleasantly. “Go with a tour group, it’s a lot easier, they do all the work for you. What were you planning on seeing?”
She says, “Ireland and Scotland, too.”
Another short silence from the front seat.
“Um, that’s quite a bit of territory to cover in only 10 days. You can spend 10 days just in London. What exactly was it you wanna see, in the entire British Isles?”
There’s a pause.
“History stuff,” says The Cat.
“Yeah, like, history stuff,” chimes in her kid sister.
So.
They wanna spend 10 days seeing “England, Ireland, and Scotland”. In July. The height of tourist season. Other than the Blarney Stone, and vague “history stuff” (“Like castles”, The Cat added helpfully), they really have no idea, other than it would be kewl to go to England this summer.
In which I concur.
Anyway, we are wide open for advice. Destinations, tour groups, what not to do, anything. We are absolute babes in the woods when it comes to foreign travel. We went across the bridge to Canada at Windsor once and that’s the sum total of our foreign travel experience.
Passports, right? Uh huh. My head explodes.
Anyway, if Mom has anything to say about it, they will go with some sort of tour group, and tomorrow I will go down to our local travel agency storefront and see what they can suggest.
Oy.
They grow up so damn fast. [snif]