My favorite travel memory is the summer Dad booked us rooms at the Hospitality Motel in some little town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. They quoted him great rates, and he booked the rooms sight unseen. I was the oldest of 5 or 6 kids at the time, and I was 12 or 13 I believe.
The sheets were dirty, there was a sand sculpture of a nude woman on the beach (much to my brothers' delight and stepmother's horror), and as we sat on the porch trying to decide what to do, Dad looked at me, looked over my shoulder, and said calmly, "Don't move, let me get my shotgun."
The spider over my head was that big.
I think it was the first time I realized my Dad was infallible after all. Needless to say, we didn't stay.
I can't remember the rest of that trip to this day. But I will never forget that spider, and the wonderful belly laugh that came out of my Dad as he realized fully in that moment what a disaster his "deal" truly was.
I have always wanted to see Paris, Kenya, Venice, Lake Tanganyika, and Angel Falls. My more realistic dream right now is to go to Hawaii within the next year or two.
I'm Shannon Bolin, 43 year old grandmother of 3, lover of great photography, and I have a World of Warcraft/gaming blog at http://myworldofwhoa.blogspot.com