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Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ,               ｅｖｅｒ               ｓｉｎｃｅ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｌｄ. Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｌｕｃｋｙ,               ｇｒｏｗｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｓｏｕｔｈ               Ｃｏａｓｔ               ｏｆ               Ｅｎｇｌａｎｄ. Ｍｙ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｈｏｕｓｅ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｃａｌｌｅｄ               Ｌｉｌｌｉｐｕｔ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｓ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｕｔｓｋｉｒｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｗｎ               ｏｆ               Ｐｏｏｌｅ               ｉｎ               Ｄｏｒｓｅｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｒｉｇｈｔ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｅｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｏｕｓ               Ｓａｎｄｂａｎｋｓ               Ｐｅｎｉｎｓｕｌａ. Ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ＵＫ               ｈａｖｅ               ｐｒｏｂａｂｌｙ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｈｅａｒｄ               ｏｆ               Ｓａｎｄｂａｎｋｓ,               ｂｕｔ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｓｔ               20               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｈａｓ               ｂｅｃｏｍｅ               ｋｎｏｗｎ               ａｓ               Ｍｉｌｌｉｏｎａｉｒｅｓ               Ｍｉｌｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｏｕｒ               ｅｑｕｉｖａｌｅｎｔ               ｏｆ               Ｍａｌｉｂｕ.                Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ｈｏｗ               ｌｕｃｋｙ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ,               ｇｒｏｗｉｎｇ               ｕｐ               ｉｎ               ａ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｈｉｓ,               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｗａｎｔｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ. Ｌｉｖｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｗｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｐｒｅｔｔｙ               ｍｕｃｈ               ｃｌｏｓｅ               ｔｏ               ｐａｒａｄｉｓｅ,               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｃｏｍｅ               ａｎｄ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｕｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｍｍｅｒ               ｈｏｌｉｄａｙｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｈｏｌｉｄａｙｓ               ｗｅ               ｕｓｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｇｏ               ａｎｄ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｔｈｅｍ. Ｍｙ               Ｍｏｍ'ｓ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               (ａｎｄ               ｍｏｓｔｌｙ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｄｏ)               ｉｎ               Ｒｕｇｂｙ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｉｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｍｉｄｌａｎｄｓ               ｏｆ               Ｅｎｇｌａｎｄ,               ａｎｄ               150               ｍｉｌｅｓ               ｎｏｒｔｈ               ｏｆ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｇｒｅｗ               ｕｐ. Ｅｖｅｒｙ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｈｏｌｉｄａｙ               ｗｅ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｍａｋｅ               ｔｈｅ               3-4               ｈｏｕｒ               ｔｒｅｋ               ｎｏｒｔｈ               ｔｏ               Ｒｕｇｂｙ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｐｌａｙｉｎｇ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               ｃｏｕｓｉｎｓ,               ｏｒ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｏｆｔｅｎ               ｔｈａｎ               ｎｏｔ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               Ｂ-Ｏ-Ｒ-Ｅ-Ｄ.                Ｆｒｏｍ               ａｎ               ｅａｒｌｙ               ａｇｅ,               Ｉ               ｌｏｖｅｄ               ｂｏｏｋｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｒｅａｄ               ａｎｙｔｈｉｎｇ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ｗｈｅｔｈｅｒ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｏｕｒ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ｏｒ               ｍｙ               Ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒｓ               ｈｏｕｓｅ,               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｗｅ               ｓｔａｙｅｄ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｖｉｓｉｔｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ. Ｉ               ｒｅａｄ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｂｏｏｋｓ               ｈｅｒｅ               ａｂｏｕｔ               ｆａｒ               ａｗａｙ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ,               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｉｎｇ               ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｄｏｃｔｏｒ               Ｄｏｌｉｔｔｌｅ               ａｎｄ               Ｔｒｅａｓｕｒｅ               Ｉｓｌａｎｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｏｆ               ｃｏｕｒｓｅ               Ｉ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ｓｔｕｄｙｉｎｇ               ａ               ｈｕｇｅ               Ａｔｌａｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅ               ｈａｄ,               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ａｓ               ｍａｐｓ               ｏｆ               Ｇｒｅａｔ               Ｂｒｉｔａｉｎ,               ｂｕｔ               ｗｈａｔ               ｆａｓｃｉｎａｔｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｍｏｓｔ               ｏｆ               ａｌｌ               ｗａｓ               Ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅ               Ｐｏｓｔｃａｒｄｓ.                Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｉｎｔｒｉｇｕｅｄ               ｂｙ               ａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｄ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｐｏｓｔｃａｒｄｓ. Ｗｅ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｎｕｍｂｅｒ               ｏｆ               ｏｌｄ               ｏｎｅｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅ               1930'ｓ               ａｎｄ               1940'ｓ               ａｎｄ               ｐｒｉｏｒ,               ｍｏｓｔｌｙ               ｏｆ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ               ｉｎ               Ｅｎｇｌａｎｄ,               ｂｕｔ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｆａｒ               ａｗａｙ,               ａｎｄ               ｍａｎｙ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｆｒｏｍ               ａｌｌ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ,               ｔｈａｔ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｍａｚｅｄ               ｍｅ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｓｐｅｎｄ               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ｓｔｕｄｙｉｎｇ               ｔｈｅｍ,               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｉｎｇ               ｗｈａｔ               ｉｔ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｂｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｆａｒ               ｏｆｆ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ.                Ｍｙ               Ｎａｎａ               (Ｇｒａｎｄｍｏｔｈｅｒ               ｏｎ               ｍｙ               Ｆａｔｈｅｒ'ｓ               ｓｉｄｅ)               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｏ               Ｓｏｕｔｈ               Ａｆｒｉｃａ,               Ｅｇｙｐｔ,               Ｉｎｄｉａ,               Ｉｔａｌｙ               ａｎｄ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｅａｒｌｙ               1950'ｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ａｓ               ｐｈｏｔｏｇｒａｐｈｓ               ｓｈｅ               ｈａｄ               ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ               ｂａｃｋ               ａ               Ｖｉｅｗｍａｓｔｅｒ               3-Ｄ               ｖｉｅｗｅｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ａ               ｌｏｔ               ｏｆ               ｓｌｉｄｅｓ. Ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｊｕｓｔ               ａｍａｚｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ａｃｒｏｓｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅｓｅ,               ｂｕｔ               Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｉｍａｇｉｎｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｏｎｅ               ｄａｙ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ.                Ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ｂｅｇａｎ               ｔｏ               ｋｎｏｗ               ｔｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｅｄ               ｐｏｓｔｃａｒｄｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ａｌｗａｙｓ               ｋｅｅｐ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ,               ｉｎｃｌｕｄｉｎｇ               ｍａｎｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ,               ｕｎｔｉｌ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ａ               ｃｏｌｌｅｃｔｉｏｎ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｏｕｓａｎｄｓ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｍ. Ｉ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｅｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｌｄ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｍａｒｖｅｌｏｕｓ               ｐｉｃｔｕｒｅｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｙｅｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｅａｌ               ｍｅ               ｈａｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂｅｅｎ               ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ.                Ｉ               ｔｅｌｌ               ａ               ｌｉｅ               ｔｈｏｕｇｈ. Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｏ               Ｎｏｒｔｈｅｒｎ               Ｉｒｅｌａｎｄ,               ｔｏ               Ｂｅｌｆａｓｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｆｉｖｅ               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｌｄ,               ｔｏ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｍｙ               Ｕｎｃｌｅ,               Ａｕｎｔ               ａｎｄ               Ｃｏｕｓｉｎｓ               ｗｈｏ               ｌｉｖｅｄ               ｔｈｅｒｅ. Ａｌｔｈｏｕｇｈ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｈａｖｅ               ａ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｍｙ               ｃｏｕｓｉｎｓ,               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｔｒａｕｍａｔｉｚｅｄ               ｍｅ               ｓｏｍｅｗｈａｔ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｆｅａｒ               ｏｆ               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｌａｓｔ               ｆｏｒ               ｍａｎｙ               ｙｅａｒｓ. Ｗｅ               ｆｌｅｗ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｏ               Ｄｕｂｌｉｎ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅｎ               ｏｎ               ｔｏ               Ｂｅｌｆａｓｔ,               ｉｎ               ａ               ＤＣ-3               Ｄａｋｏｔａ,               ａ               ｒｅｌｉｃ               ｆｒｏｍ               ＷＷＩＩ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｗｉｎ               ｐｒｏｐｅｌｌｅｒｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ               ｌｏｗ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               Ｉｒｉｓｈ               Ｓｅａ               ｍｙ               ｓｔｏｍａｃｈ,               ｗｈｉｃｈ               ｗａｓ               ｎｏｔ               ａｃｃｕｓｔｏｍｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｓｕｃｈ               ａｎ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ,               ｓｉｎｃｅ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｉｒｇｒｏｕｎｄ               ｂｅｆｏｒｅ,               ｔｏｏｋ               ａ               ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ               ｔｏ               ｉｔ. Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｄｒｅｓｓｅｄ               ｉｎ               ｍｙ               ｂｅｓｔ,               ａｓ               ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ               ｄｉｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅｉｒ               ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｉｎｇ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｏｓｅ               ｄａｙｓ,               ｓｏ               Ｉ               ｈａｄ               ｍｙ               ｇｒｅｙ               ｓｈｏｒｔｓ,               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｓｈｉｒｔ               ａｎｄ               ｔｉｅ,               ｂｌａｚｅｒ               ａｎｄ               ｐｅａｋｅｄ               ｃａｐ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｔｈｒｅｗ               ｕｐ               ｏｖｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｌｏｔ. Ｔｏ               ｐｕｔ               ｉｔ               ｍｉｌｄｌｙ,               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ａｓ               ｓｉｃｋ               ａｓ               ａ               ｐａｒｒｏｔ! Ｔｈａｔ               ｗａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｓｔ               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ               Ｉ               ｄｉｄ               ｕｎｔｉｌ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               18               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｌｄ.                Ａｓ               Ｉ               ｓａｉｄ,               ａｌｌ               ｍｙ               ｓｃｈｏｏｌ               ｈｏｌｉｄａｙｓ               ｗｅｒｅ               ｅｉｔｈｅｒ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｄｏｗｎ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｃｈ               ａｔ               Ｓａｎｄｂａｎｋｓ,               ｏｒ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｉｎ               Ｒｕｇｂｙ,               ｂｕｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｕｍｍｅｒ               ｏｆ               1973               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｄｅｃｉｄｅｄ               ｔｏ               ｄｏ               ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ               ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ,               ａｎｄ               ａｂｏｕｔ               10               ｏｆ               ｕｓ               ｆｌｅｗ               ｏｕｔ               ｔｏ               Ｍａｊｏｒｃａ,               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               Ｂａｌｅａｒｉｃ               Ｉｓｌａｎｄｓ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               Ｍｅｄｉｔｅｒｒａｎｅａｎ.                Ｍａｊｏｒｃａ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｄｅｓｔｉｎａｔｉｏｎｓ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｗｏｒｋｉｎｇ               ｃｌａｓｓ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｔｏ               ｖｉｓｉｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｏｖｅｒｓｅａｓ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｐｏｐｕｌａｒ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               1970'ｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｉｔ'ｓ               ｓｔｉｌｌ               ａ               ｐｏｐｕｌａｒ               ｄｅｓｔｉｎａｔｉｏｎ,               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ               ｉｔ               ｒａｐｉｄｌｙ               ｂｅｃａｍｅ               ｍｏｒｅ               ｌｉｋｅ               Ｃａｎｃｕｎ               ｉｎ               Ｍｅｘｉｃｏ               ｏｒ               Ｃａｂｌｅ               Ｂｅａｃｈ               ｉｎ               Ｔｈｅ               Ｂａｈａｍａｓ               ａｒｅ               ｔｏｄａｙ,               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｈｏｔｅｌｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｐｏｏｌｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｍａｎｙ               ｖｉｓｉｔｏｒｓ               ｒａｒｅｌｙ               ｖｅｎｔｕｒｉｎｇ               ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ               ｔｏ               ｓｅｅ               ｔｈｅ               ＲＥＡＬ               ｗｏｒｌｄ.                Ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｉｔ               ｗａｓ               ｗｉｔｈ               ｕｓ,               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               2               ｗｅｅｋｓ               ｓｉｔｔｉｎｇ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｏｏｌ               ａｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｔｅｌ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｎｅｖｅｒ               ｄｉｄ               ｇｅｔ               ｔｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｃｈ               ｉｎ               Ｍａｊｏｒｃａ. |                Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｔｉｍｅ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｐｅｏｐｌｅ               ａｔｅ               Ｅｇｇｓ               ａｎｄ               Ｂａｃｏｎ               ｆｏｒ               ｂｒｅａｋｆａｓｔ,               ｄｒａｎｋ               Ａｌｅ               ｏｒ               Ｂｉｔｔｅｒ               ｎｏｔ               Ｌａｇｅｒ,               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｆａｓｔ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｌｄ               ｇｅｔ               ｗａｓ               ｏｕｒ               ｆａｍｏｕｓ               Ｆｉｓｈ               Ａｎｄ               Ｃｈｉｐｓ. Ｉｍａｇｉｎｅ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｒｒｏｒ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｗｈｅｎ               ｙｏｕ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｔｏ               Ｓｐａｉｎ,               ｙｏｕ               ｃｏｕｌｄｎ'ｔ               ｇｅｔ               "ｒｅａｌ"               ｂｅｅｒ,               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｗａｓ               "ｄｉｆｆｅｒｅｎｔ"               (ａｎｄ               ｍｙ               ｆａｍｉｌｙ               ｌｏａｔｈｅｄ               ｆｏｒｅｉｇｎ               ｆｏｏｄ),               ａｎｄ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｏｏｄ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｔｅｌ               ｅｓｐｅｃｉａｌｌｙ               ｗａｓ               ａｗｆｕｌ. Ｍｏｓｔ               ｎｉｇｈｔｓ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｔｈｅ               ｍｅａｌ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｈｏｔｅｌ,               ｏｒ               ｉｎｓｔｅａｄ               ｏｆ               ｉｔ,               ｗｅ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｄｏｗｎ               ｔｏ               ａ               ｌｏｃａｌ               ｂａｒ               ｔｈａｔ               ｓｅｒｖｅｄ               Ｃｈｉｃｋｅｎ               Ａｎｄ               Ｃｈｉｐｓ,               ａｎｄ               ａｔｅ               ｔｈａｔ.                Ｗｉｔｈｉｎ               ａ               ｆｅｗ               ｙｅａｒｓ,               ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ,               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｅｎｔｒｅｐｒｅｎｅｕｒｓ               ｒｅａｌｉｚｅｄ               ｔｈａｔ               ｔｈｅｒｅ               ｗａｓ               ａ               ｄｅｍａｎｄ               ｆｏｒ               ｔｈｅ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               ｗａｙ               ｏｆ               ｌｉｆｅ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅａｃｈ               ｒｅｓｏｒｔｓ               ａｌｌ               ａｒｏｕｎｄ               Ｓｐａｉｎ               ａｒｅ               ｎｏｗ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               Ｐｕｂ,               Ｅｎｇｌｉｓｈ               Ｆｉｓｈ               ａｎｄ               Ｃｈｉｐｓ,               ａｓ               ｗｅｌｌ               ａｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｌａｔｅｒ               Ａｍｅｒｉｃａｎ               ｉｎｆｌｕｘ               ｏｆ               ＭｃＤｏｎａｌｄｓ,               Ｂｕｒｇｅｒ               Ｋｉｎｇ,               Ｐｉｚｚａ               Ｈｕｔ,               ＫＦＣ               ｅｔｃ. Ｉｔ'ｓ               ｒｅａｌｌｙ               ｈａｒｄ               ｔｏ               ｆｉｎｄ               ａ               ｔｙｐｉｃａｌ               ｍｅａｌ               ｉｎ               ａｎｙ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅｓｅ               ｐｌａｃｅｓ,               ｐｌｕｓ               ｔｈｅｙ               ａｒｅ               ｆｕｌｌ               ｏｆ               ｎｏｉｓｙ               ｎｉｇｈｔｃｌｕｂｓ               ａｎｄ               ｄｉｓｃｏｓ. Ｎｏｔ               ｍｙ               ｉｄｅａｌ               ｄｅｓｔｉｎａｔｉｏｎ...                Ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｍｙ               ｆｉｒｓｔ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｒａｖｅｌｉｎｇ               ｏｖｅｒｓｅａｓ,               ｉｎ               ｓｏｍｅ               ｗａｙｓ               ａ               ｇｏｏｄ               ｏｎｅ,               ｂｕｔ               ｏｖｅｒａｌｌ               ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ               ｏｐｐｏｓｉｔｅ               ｏｆ               ｗｈａｔ               Ｉ               ｗｏｕｌｄ               ｗａｎｔ               ｔｏｄａｙ.                Ｏｈ               ｙｅｓ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ. Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｍｙ               ｓｅｃｏｎｄ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ,               ａｎｄ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               ｖｅｒｙ               ｎｅｒｖｏｕｓ               ａｆｔｅｒ               ｍｙ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗａｓ               5               ｙｅａｒｓ               ｏｌｄ,               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ａｓ               ｗａｓ               ｔｏ               ｂｅ               ｅｘｐｅｃｔｅｄ,               ｆｌｙｉｎｇ               ｂｏｔｈ               ｔｏ               ａｎｄ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｍａｊｏｒｃａ               Ｉ               ｓｐｅｎｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｂｅｓｔ               ｐａｒｔ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｆｌｉｇｈｔ               ｉｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｔｏｉｌｅｔ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｐｌａｎｅ. Ｓｔｉｌｌ               ｔｒａｕｍａｔｉｚｅｄ               ｕｎｆｏｒｔｕｎａｔｅｌｙ.                Ｔｈｉｓ               ｗａｓ               ｍｙ               ｏｎｌｙ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｏｆ               ｏｖｅｒｓｅａｓ               ｔｒａｖｅｌ               ｆｏｒ               ａｎｏｔｈｅｒ               3               ｙｅａｒｓ,               ｗｈｅｎ               Ｉ               ｗｅｎｔ               ｗｉｔｈ               3               ｆｒｉｅｎｄｓ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｉｔｙ               ｏｎ               ａ               2               ｗｅｅｋ               ｃａｍｐｉｎｇ               ｔｒｉｐ               ｔｏ               Ｎｏｒｍａｎｄｙ               ａｎｄ               Ｂｒｉｔｔａｎｙ.                Ｔｈｅ               Ｆｒｅｎｃｈ               Ｃｏａｓｔ               ｉｓ               ｏｎｌｙ               5               ｈｏｕｒｓ               ａｗａｙ               ｂｙ               ｃａｒ               ｆｅｒｒｙ               ｆｒｏｍ               Ｓｏｕｔｈａｍｐｔｏｎ               (ｗｈｅｒｅ               Ｉ               ｃｕｒｒｅｎｔｌｙ               ｌｉｖｅ),               ａｎｄ               ｓｏ               ｗｉｔｈ               2               ｃａｒｓ,               ａｎ               Ａｕｓｔｉｎ               Ｍｉｎｉ               ａｎｄ               ａ               Ｆｏｒｄ               Ａｎｇｌｉａ,               ｔｈｅ               4               ｏｆ               ｕｓ               ｈｅａｄｅｄ               ｏｆｆ               ｔｏ               Ｆｒａｎｃｅ.                Ｔｈｅ               ｔｒｉｐ               ｗａｓ               ｑｕｉｔｅ               ａｎ               ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ               ｆｏｒ               ｍｅ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｌｅａｒｎｉｎｇ               ｔｏ               ｄｒｉｖｅ               ｏｎ               ｔｈｅ               ｏｔｈｅｒ               ｓｉｄｅ               ｏｆ               ｔｈｅ               ｒｏａｄ,               ｂｕｔ               ｔｈｅ               ｓｃｅｎｅｒｙ               ｉｎ               Ｎｏｒｔｈｅｒｎ               Ｆｒａｎｃｅ               ｗａｓ               ｗｏｎｄｅｒｆｕｌ. Ｉｆ               ｙｏｕ               ｈａｖｅｎ'ｔ               ｂｅｅｎ               ｔｈｅｒｅ,               Ｎｏｒｍａｎｄｙ               ｉｓ               ｗｈｅｒｅ               ｔｈｅ               Ｄ-Ｄａｙ               ｉｎｖａｓｉｏｎ               ｔｏｏｋ               ｐｌａｃｅ               ｏｎ               6ｔｈ               Ｊｕｎｅ               1944. Ｔｈｅ               ｃｏｕｎｔｒｙｓｉｄｅ               ｉｓ               ｍａｄｅ               ｕｐ               ｏｆ               ｎａｒｒｏｗ               ｒｏａｄｓ,               ｗｉｔｈ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｔｏｗｎｓ               ａｎｄ               ｖｉｌｌａｇｅｓ,               ａｎｄ               ｌｏｔｓ               ｏｆ               ｓｍａｌｌ               ｆｉｓｈｉｎｇ               ｐｏｒｔｓ               ｔｏｏ. 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