European Adventure

In May, my daughter Victoria is heading to Europe for 11 days. She’ll be going to Paris, Florence and Rome on a trip organized by her former Western Civilization professor. When she first told me about the trip, my first instinct was, ‘if you want to go, go!’ It’s a great opportunity. I’m sure amidst the historical journey they will be going on, there will be a whole lot of fun, too! She was able to find out if students from other schools could go along, they can – and one of her best friends is going along, too.

While they are in Florence, Eli is meeting up with them, and taking them to some of the local establishments. (Okay, the 3 of them in Italy, I’m a little scared!) One of my cousins is going to meet up with them in Florence, too. While in Rome, another cousin should be meeting up with them. It will be an awesome adventure for them.

I was good with the trip, really. I still am. Well, that was until yesterday. I admit, right now, I’m a little bit to a great bit freaked out about her getting on that big old plane. Mind you, at first, I was just thinking about the questions I’ll be interrogating the pilot with. They are flying on a red-eye …. did the pilot sleep? How much sleep did he get? Does he Twitter or FB while flying? Does he play solitaire on his laptop? Of course, there will be the drug and alcohol testing, so no questions necessary there. But, you get the picture.

Now, I’ve got to re-worry about crazy psychos again? It’s not that I’ve ever thought of letting my guard down when it comes to flying. But yesterday’s foiled attempt

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of a bomb suspect trying to blow up the flight has left a blob in my stomach worst than eating 5 Christmas-old fruit cake. I will need a brown paper bag for breathing exercises, a mild to strong sedative, and maybe a shot or two of Whiskey. I’ll start my breathing exercises now ….