The bags are unpacked, the critters from my daughter’s mini zoo have all found their way back home from the pet babysitters, the youngest boy got a haircut and is looking like a boy again, the telephone answering machine has been unburdened of the 9000+ messages, my hot rollers were plugged into the wall socket for the first time in a month, we are slowly relearning our language, the mountain of mail has been sorted, the phone calls made, the kids are back in school, and I was greeted by a huge pile of CRAP on my desk!
Shit! I need a vacation!
There are many nice things I can say about those EuroDoperTouristGuideGuys, but one thing in particular is that they are absolutely adorable and wonderful hosts! I should also mention their very sexy accents!
As I already mentioned in the Amsterdam thread, Coldie made our Amsterdam visit perfect! I would have been lost without him! :::snicker::: Again, MANY, MANY THANKS!!! If you are ever up for another job as tour guide, my sister is heading off to Europe in June or July and will be making the trip to Amsterdam. She has the same sense of direction as I do.
My second DoperTourGuide was London Calling.
He already gave his version of our time in London, but I wanted to add a bit more.
After a plane, train, and subway ride, we finally got to our hotel near Bakerstreet (yep, THE Bakerstreet from Sherlock Holmes). We went out for fish and chips and then hit Madame Tro. . . Tru. . . Trou. . . Touss. . . HOW THE BLOODY 'ELL DO YOU SPELL IT? <------- My new British accent.
Regardless of LC’s apathy of the wax museum, I absolutely loved it! One day I will return to London for the sole purpose to drag his sorry butt to Madame Whatshername’s. I know he would love it!
After the museum, we returned to our hotel and called LC. I wasn’t sure if I had the right number or not since the accent was a bit different than I remembered in Amsterdam. Come to find out, I had caught him with a mouthful of supper. He graciously offered to pick us up and show us the sights of London. My dad and son were pooped and decided to hang out in the room and do guy things like burp and fart and watch pro-wrestling while me and the daughter had our date with LC. He gave us the grand tour of London which included a stop at the pub near Eric Clapton’s home as well as tainting my opinion of the cute, innocent looking phone booths. (Psssst LC - As soon as I get my pictures up, you will have to check out the one of my son staring into the phone booth with slobber running down his chin. I had to drag him away, literally. The little perv!)
He made sure we experienced a wide variety of culture and sights, things that are sadly missed on your everyday, run of the mill type tourist buses, or so I am assuming since I didn’t see them mentioned in my guides.
I may have a :::slightly::: bad habit of getting horribly lost in Europe, but NOTHING prepared me for the freaky experience of riding shotgun on the wrong side of the car on the wrong side of the narrow streets as LC blasted his way through traffic! Holy Shit! I wasn’t going to say anything, but it’s a good thing I got a beer under my belt at the pub, otherwise I would still be picking car upholstery from my ass.
It was getting pretty late and I would have loved to have spent more time with LC seeing the sights and just having a great time getting to know him but we went back to the hotel so we could get up early in the morning and start again.
I called LC the next morning and we decided to meet at the Tower of London. What a great place that was! Our Beefeater tour guide was awesome and kept us laughing!! After the Tower, we took the tour at Tower Bridge. It was also very well done, especially thÿÿÿe doofy little guy hanging from the ceiling. It would have been kind of freaky if I still dropped the occasional hit of acid, but he was still cool without drug inducement. I think this was about the time I asked LC if he felt like a mother goose with her chicks following behind. We took a cab to Shakespeare’s Globe which was totally cool (I have got to go back for a play one of these days) and then over to the Tate Museum.
Oh yes. . . the Tate Museum. It is one of those places that you need an entire week to see. There is really no way to describe it but to say it is wonderfully bizarre! I would do anything to have an unlimited amount of time to spend there looking at each piece and try to decide what the artist was trying to say. Of all the art museums seen on this trip, this is my favorite, even more so than the Louvre. I can see why LC loves this place! In fact, LC loves this place so much I thought I was going to have to pull him off the museum’s pant leg (if it had one, that is). As it was, his tongue tripped me going up the steps. Someday soon I may start a thread of all the adventures of National Lampoon’s Diane Family European Vacation where I will go into further detail of all the unplanned side “trips” I took over the last four weeks (include the Tate), and yes, there were many.
Sadly, LC had to leave us soon after the Tate Museum and so we made our way to Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Parliament, the Hard Rock Café, and eventually to our hotel later that night.
Again, there is no way to give adequate thanks to all the EuroDoper Tour Guides and the kindness and patience they showed to me and my family. I also am very glad I got to meet all of the other Euro Dopers, you are the creme of the SDMB and I am glad to have met you all.
You guys made our trip worth much more!!!