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Vacation Report
Arrived home yesterday after my 33-day trip. Had a great time but it is good to be home and getting back into the normal routine. The best part of being back is that when I woke up this morning I knew it would be a looonnnng time before I would hop into the car and drive another 300-400 miles to the next motel. I covered around 7,200 miles, round trip, so I was a bit tired. I can't take it the way I could ten years ago.
I followed I-40 to Knoxville, then down to Atlanta, north to Charleston, Richmond, Alexandria, Gettysburg, West Chester (home of QVC), and then headed home through eastern Virginia and North Carolina, back to I-40.
I love Virginia. There are so many interesting things to see, but I had one strange experience which I am still trying to understand, I was about to take a tour of one of those historic old plantation homes. As we were about to enter the guide told us there were three rules to remember inside the house - no food, no photography, and no "putting things in our pockets". I had heard the food and photography rules before but this was a first for the "pockets" remark. Obviously that would be against the rules so why bother mentioning it? She didn't smile or say anything to indicate she was kidding. I don't remember seeing her smile at any time during the tour. She was probably the grumpiest guide I have ever encountered. After the tour I walked away wondering if she was just having a bad day, hated her job but couldn't afford to quit, or if something had really disappeared some time when she was working. Perhaps she was just kidding, but I don't really think so. In spite of this semi-insult, I still love Virginia.
Nothing bad happened other than getting lost on the average of once a day. That is normal for me. I remember once seeing the sign for my motel from the highway and thinking it would be easy to reach. I got on the off ramp which made a complete circle at least once. When I got off the motel sign was nowhere in sight.
I will be ready to go somewhere again in another year but it won't be that far or for that many days.
I followed I-40 to Knoxville, then down to Atlanta, north to Charleston, Richmond, Alexandria, Gettysburg, West Chester (home of QVC), and then headed home through eastern Virginia and North Carolina, back to I-40.
I love Virginia. There are so many interesting things to see, but I had one strange experience which I am still trying to understand, I was about to take a tour of one of those historic old plantation homes. As we were about to enter the guide told us there were three rules to remember inside the house - no food, no photography, and no "putting things in our pockets". I had heard the food and photography rules before but this was a first for the "pockets" remark. Obviously that would be against the rules so why bother mentioning it? She didn't smile or say anything to indicate she was kidding. I don't remember seeing her smile at any time during the tour. She was probably the grumpiest guide I have ever encountered. After the tour I walked away wondering if she was just having a bad day, hated her job but couldn't afford to quit, or if something had really disappeared some time when she was working. Perhaps she was just kidding, but I don't really think so. In spite of this semi-insult, I still love Virginia.
Nothing bad happened other than getting lost on the average of once a day. That is normal for me. I remember once seeing the sign for my motel from the highway and thinking it would be easy to reach. I got on the off ramp which made a complete circle at least once. When I got off the motel sign was nowhere in sight.
I will be ready to go somewhere again in another year but it won't be that far or for that many days.
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