Two lingering memories of our vacation that don’t have much to do with what we saw and learned:
First, there was our new friend Roger, a charming southern gentleman. After a rigorous hike through the Škocjan Caves, a UNESCO World Heritage Site in Slovenia, Roger told me how impressed he was with Peter (and me) and asked if I minded telling him Peter’s age.
Proudly, I told him that Peter is eighty-five. Then I made the mistake of asking him how old he thought Peter’s wife was. Roger replied “eighty-three”.
So much for his southern charm. :-(
After a long day of walking in Prague earlier on our trip, we were heading to a restaurant recommended for pig knuckles. I was feeling a bit ache-y. “How did I get to be so old and creaky?” I moaned.
Peter replied, “With good luck.” :-)