A Wasted Opportunity

Today Pegman took us to Ljubljana, Slovenia. While looking at pictures of this beautiful town, I was reminded of the ungrateful me at sixteen when my parents sent me to Europe with my sister. What an opportunity. I enjoyed most of it but was so distraught over having to “leave my boyfriend” who was actually fighting in Vietnam at the time, I didn’t allow myself to absorb the culture. Ah, hindsight. Anyway, here are my 150-words. I hope you enjoy my wee bit of fluff.

“Mom! I don’t want to see another church!”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to go home.”
“Honey, this is the trip of a lifetime. None of your friends will ever get a chance like this.”
None of my friends want a chance like this.
“How ’bout we get something to eat. Come on.”
“The hotdog I ate last night made me puke.”
“I think that was the ride on the boat, not the Kranjska Klobasa.”
“Whatever.” Dad has taken me sailing for the last twelve years. I doubt a boat ride was the problem.
“We could go to the square to see that statue Valbotg told us about last night.”
“I will stab my eyes out if I see another marble statue. Mom! Really?”
“Think of something, anything you’d like to do. Anything.”
Oh! Wait! Look at him. Look. At. Him. “Let’s rent some bikes!”