Part 1 of this series can be found here.
Dallas, TX –
“I wouldn’t go to Jamaica again. It’s not safe.”
A while back, M, my boss was talking to one of my associates, D, about his upcoming trip to Jamaica.
“The place has changed from when I first went, when I was young.”
“I agree,” S, another associate had joined in. “It was great when I was living there, but it’s a dangerous place now.”
Then M turned to me.
“Would you go back?”
“Absolutely.”
“But, it’s changed so much.”
“Has it?”
Dallas, TX –
Something will always go wrong. You just don’t know what until “it” happens.
There was one trip where everything was great, except when we were dealing with airports. Yes, most people hate dealing with airports to begin with, but this trip stands out to this day.
It started out on the small, insignificant side. Our itinerary was to fly from Dallas/Ft. Worth to London, then change airports and fly on to Paris. Then reverse this path on the way home.
Paris, France –
Yep, we were accosted, in broad daylight, in a crowded square in the popular Montmartre neighborhood, in front of everyone.
Sacre bleu! Who would do such a thing?
Well…
Paris, France –
The men were angry and taking it out on the poor delivery driver. What was he thinking? He had tried to cross the wrong parade! Or at least, at the wrong time, right in front of the fish griller craft (or whatever they might be called). As a result, the men had grabbed several fish off their grill, and were rubbing them all over the windshield and side windows of the delivery van. Any spot of glass was soon completely covered with freshly grilled fish oil.
This would never have happened at any parade I’ve seen in the states-always large productions with barricades to prevent traffic, and the spectators kept separated from the participants.
