My daughter just went to visit friends for a few days, or why I was obviously born 35 years too soon.
When I went to visit friends for a few days in my late thirties, it was to places that were at most two hours away by plane. From here, that meant running over to nearby cities such as London, Berlin or Paris, maybe the two hour flight down to Spain, or the equally short 2 hour flight up to Stockholm at most. If I was in the States, maybe a trip from Virginia up to Boston or Philadelphia by train. Or to visit my grandfather in New York. one time, I went with some friends from Dallas down to San Antonio.
I used to think THAT was a big deal. Little did I know.
My younger daughter laughs puddle-jumping trips like that off. She just left her two daughters with their daddy, and took off for a long weekend to visit friends--in Zanzibar!! Not some nearby resort named Zanzibar, but the real Zanzibar, off the eastern coast of Africa.
I think I was born a generation too early. Of course, I don't have friends living in Zanzibar, and I don't make the kind of money she does now, let alone half my life ago. Think big, live big, I guess. At least she keeps her feet on the ground. When she comes to visit us with our two granddaughters, she drives up and hangs around in jeans and sandals just like she did as a teenager.
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