See. And of course he loathes this picture. The parade
This reminds me of something I said on the boat to some newlyweds we were enjoying the company of. I complained that a trio at McDonald's was $11.00 in Paris. (I didn't order one, I just peaked in to see how much. We did not go all the way to Europe to eat American food. Okay, except on the boat.) They looked at me blankly and said, "What's a trio?" And it was like they had asked me what air was, a trio, what else could it be but a burger, fries and drink? I said, "You know, where you get the sandwich, fries and coke." And they came to life then, "Oh, a COMBO. You mean a COMBO." A combo? That can't be right, I thought. Trio is right, it was trio in California, wasn't it? It can't be combo. And yet it is. I guess the American is slowly sloughing off of me.
I think sloughing is wrong, but I left it there anyway. Maybe it's right, right? And just how do you pronounce it, exactly?
I bought three souvenirs on the fabulous vacation of life. A t-shirt from Croatia. It's black and says "Croatia" on the front. In Italy, I bought a blue Italia shirt, which I think resembles the soccer team garb, but I didn't know this when I bought it. I just liked the blue and how it said Italia on it. And finally, I bought a pair of underwear. There is a print of something famous on them.