Originally Posted by
~Elizabeth~
I've never been on vacation. I've been on short trips but I don't think that counts. When I was a kid my Mom was a follower of a guru named Maharaj Ji and we traveled by van with a group of people to Miami Beach, Florida to see him in the convention center. The driver was Dutch. I remember being upset because there was candy in the van's cooler but the woman the candy belonged to wouldn't share it with me. We made a stop in a restaurant in a nice town along the way, where the people were so nice to me that I cried. I asked the waitress where we were and she said Florence, South Carolina. When we got to Florida I saw it raining on one side of the street but not on the other. We took the plane home. Another road trip to see Maharaj Ji with a group of people was to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We all stayed in Ira Einhorn's apartment while he was away. When I was a teenager my Mom and I took a trip from NYC to Florida with her boyfriend. We visited a few tourist sites and my favorite was Vizcaya. I didn't like the hotel we were in. They had a pool but some men were using the pool to practice their diving so I never got to use the pool, and the beach was closed. I don't know why it was closed. We also went to Philadelphia with her boyfriend but I didn't get to see any of the tourist spots because they left me in the rental car. I didn't get along with her boyfriend. When I was 20 I went with my boyfriend to upstate New York for the day once for a county fair. And we went to Pennsylvania in early December 1990. I saw a lot of cows on the way there. My first time seeing cows. He let me use his camera to take photos of the cows that we got up close to but when he developed the film he wouldn't let me see any of the photos. He threw them out. Hershey Park was closed because of rain but we did the "factory tour". He didn't buy me any chocolate souvenirs. We went to Amish country which was creepy to me. We went to an Amish gift shop and he bought wine for his Mom and I bought earrings for me. We made a stop to an Amish pretzel shop where I bought 6 big soft pretzels but when I got back to the car I discovered they were sourdough pretzels. I was so disappointed. I don't like sourdough. I wouldn't eat them. Dan ate one of them. We also went to Gettysburg. They have a platform outside that you have to climb a lot of stairs to get to the top of and it overlooks Gettysburg. While the two of us were up there, just us, a strong gust of wind (it was very cold and very windy) filled up my long black coat and lifted me up and my boyfriend, Dan, grabbed the bottom of my coat and pulled me back down and held onto me. He saved my life. From then on he nicknamed me "The Flying Nun". We also never had sex even though we stayed in the same hotel room. When I was 35, I made a short trip on my own from Florida to NYC where I'm originally from and that was to see a concert at Radio City Music Hall. I didn't enjoy the concert for 3 reasons. 1) I hadn't slept the night before and overslept the night of the concert. Missed the opening act but made it in time for the main act, Keane. 2) I could barely hear anything. It turns out the plane trip affected my hearing. I couldn't hear until I got back to Florida. 3) Everyone was standing up for the concert and I couldn't see the band. I'm short. I did get to go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and visit the Empire State building. And that's it.
I've never been to Europe. I used to want to go. My Mom had been to Europe when she was a kid travelling with her parents in the 1950's. Her favorite place was Sorrento, Italy where she remembers celebrating a birthday. Her Mother's favorite place was Rome, Italy, and her Father's favorite place was Helsinki, Finland.
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