For other reasons which I will not disclose, I will refrain from using any terms that may exactly pinpoint where I went when I was away from BZP. However, you can probably figure it out.
"We" in this story mean me and my family.
We packed up from our house, which is 4 and a half hours north of our destination. We went the entire distance in one day, eventually arriving at our hotel room. The service wasn't great, as we soon discovered. The bathroom had a door on it that we were barely able to squeeze in and out of, the TV controls wouldn't work, a lightbulb was burned out, and the sink was busted. Luckily, with all of the things to see and the history involved in the city we were in, we didn't spend and more time than we had to in out room.
We arrived at a seafood restaurant across from our hotel after the sun set. We cam right before the crowd did, and it was so noisy we barely even heard each other across the table. And the table wasn't that big!
It was slow ordering, and a huge party stood right behind where I was sitting. I could not hear a thing besides the overall clatter of the restaurant.
The food was tasty, though, and we got back to our hotel soon without any problems.
The next day, Wednesday, we prepared for much walking, to see the sights left over from our country's history, mainly wars. We must have walked miles. But as I type, my feet feel no worse for wear.
After a breakfast of "burnt coffee" (as my dad called it), cold waffles, and strange syrup, we got out into the city. The first site was a place where ammunition was stored during one of our nation's wars. We then ambled through a graveyard (creepy) when it stared to rain. Luckily it cleared itself up.
We traveled to an old mart where a certain horribly commodity was bought, sold, and auctioned off. There were two ladies there that kept wanting to interject into our conversations, so we decided to move on.
Next we went to an old house that was a beautiful specimen of architecture. I impressed the tour guide with my mentioning of two types of symmetry and insightful questions. Here's how the conversation generally went:
Tour Guide: [name], could you tell us what symmetry is? [The guide was talking about the architecture of the house, probably thinking of the answer "Equal on both sides"]
Sumiki: Symmetry is when there is a certain line, or two lines, that run through a figure, but on either side of the line is a mirror image of the other side. Now there is also rotational symmetry, where a figure can be rotated and looks like an exact reproduction of the original before the figure rotates a full 360 degrees.
Later the tour guide mentioned to my parents that I should be in a gifted class. I, overhearing, thought to myself, I could
teach the gifted class
Afterwards, we continued to a major body of water that, along the coast, had sealed-up cannons on them. I would have climbed them, but the gusts of wind that day were so big that my mom lost part of her earring.
Also, we ate at an award-winning restaurant. I got a Po'Boy, a type of sandwich. Our waiter told me there was a rule that came with ordering a Po'Boy: You had to get all the ingredients on one bite. The Po'Boy included gigantically enormous bread, shrimp, onions, tomato, and lettuce, complete with a Roumelade sauce. I was assured that he was joking, but I took him up on the offer and did it. Even he was surprised I managed.
Later, after relaxing a bit, we tried to find a place to eat. The first place we tried was a very loud place, so we came out of there and ended up in an Italian restaurant that really wasn't Italian at all. The pizza came back...burnt. That was okay, as we weren't that hungry.
The next day, we were all pretty beat. We managed to skip breakfast and get back out. We visited an old dungeon that was kind of a let-down, and the anima-tronics that were installed were sort of childish.
We soon got back out and started towards a smokehouse. I ordered some Calimari, better known as squid. It was the best I ever had, but it had one feature they could have left out:
It was spicy. Really, really spicy.
Now don't get me wrong, I normally handle spicy stuff really well. I sometimes can eat Jalapenos without getting bothered that much. But the sauce the applied to the squid could not be quenched with the pink lemonade I ordered. I went through two or three tall glasses and my mouth was still on fire. (
) It was the first time I ever got red in the face because of a spicy food. I eventually got some milk, and that quenched it, but my stomach was on fire hours after.
We rested from the long two days in our room, until the first vestiges of hunger appeared. Then for ours we semi-debated: Stay and eat a nice dinner, or leave and pick up something on the way back? Eventually electing the latter, we called up our car from the Valet parking and we were off.
Soon into our trip northwards, we decided we wanted something to eat. So we pulled into a fast-food chain's drive-thru and waited for a while. The woman five cars up was visibly frustrated that her order couldn't be taken, so we got back on the highway and headed for another exit.
The next exit we pulled in and went inside, as the drive-thru line was pretty busy. The workers didn't look too enthused about taking our order, and they didn't, so we again headed for a different exit.
We finally got some food at another drive-thru and got home at 12:30 A.M. After a quick unpack, we all dozed off.
Now I'm awake and typing.
Try to guess where we went for our trip.