In another life, I used to travel a lot more than I do today. My job required me to “liaise” with customers and that meant I would travel and visit with them as often as they wanted to see me. (Cough…liaise is a corporate word for traveling to visit with customers.)
My travels were always domestic; I’d frequently visit with customers in Pittsburgh and Charlotte, less frequently in Phoenix. Once, I went to San Antonio and even a strange rural outpost in Arkansas. I never had any customers in Chicago, but I ended up going there a few times, too.
I’ve never been to Disney World, though.
All this travel within the Ewe Ess of Aaaye makes me sound parochial, but I’m not. There are a few places I’d like to go in this world to ink up my passport. I’d like to go to Bavaria and see where my grandparents were born; I wouldn’t mind seeing a few of the architectural wonders of Europe, either. It would be pleasant to move about a country without a McDonald’s on every corner.
Is there such a place?
I’m going on a car trip with some friends today, to almost Connecticut. It should be just fine as long as we don’t get caught behind any student drivers.
Lee-Annie Leonie is our chauffer and she’s an excellent driver.
The sad thing is, they don’t ink up your passport anymore. And once inside Europe, there are no border controls or stamps, either. But yes, you should go.