I have never been on a cruise before, and as I prepare to set sail in a few days, I'm less concerned about whether or not I packed too much, or if I will have another issue with bulky luggage on a boat, and more concerned about whether my grandpa can handle me for two weeks in Europe. The last time I took a trip with my grandpa I was 15. We took a month long journey across half of America with my two 14 year old cousins and my Grandma. Sounds like a nightmare for them, three teenage girls traveling in a trailer for a month. The cramped quarters were flying with hormones. Every place we stopped we met new friends too. The BMX biker kids in Salt Lake City, the hot older rancher in Wyoming, the innocent boy and his sister in South Dakota, and the soccer team in Seattle. By the end of the trip our ability to make friends became a running joke between all of us. Then, once we were in the trailer, you couldn't shut us up. We would lie in bed giggling until we fell asleep. Some nights the laughter was so uncontrollable we had to put our faces in our pillows to mute the noise. But Grandpa and Grandma would still hear us, and yell at us to be quiet and go to bed. It was more like, Shut up! You girls better shut up and go to bed! Which only made it worse, and made us laugh harder. That was one of my best memories of traveling. Over time you seem to forget all the little tiffs between the group, and you hold on to the fun experiences you were able to share together.
I don't think I will be as boy crazy on this trip, or giggling myself to sleep, so I think Grandpa can put up with me in the tight quarters of the ship. He is truly an amazing man, with such a great sense of humor, even if I was acting like a 15 year old kid again, I think he would just laugh or tell me to shut up, and then start laughing, remembering the last trip that we took together. I'm looking forward to spending an amazing two weeks with my grandpa in the motherland.
Note: Everyone should take at least one vacation with their grandpa.