Our Excellent European Adventure, 1970 Style
I love to travel. Perhaps the itch to be on the move is something I was born with (my mother wrote in my baby book that I wanted to go with anyone who was “going bye-bye”), or perhaps it developed through childhood experiences. My family moved every few years when I was growing up, and Dad always took two-weeks off for an annual family vacation. We went to national parks, camped in the mountains, or visited relatives who lived across the country (from California to Connecticut). The most memorable of those family vacations was a road trip from Texas, across the southern states, through the Smoky Mountains, to Washington, D.C., and then on to New York City for the 1964 World’s Fair. We returned via a more northerly route. By the time we got back to Texas, we had traveled through at least sixteen states. An even grander adventure was the three month excursion around Europe that I undertook in the fall of 1970. I was only twenty but...