What I’ve always dreamed of doing: staying home and relaxing.
Friday: dinner at friends (eldest daughter’s harp teacher, her family, etc.). In the courtyard of an old building in Vienna. Her father told stories about being a POW in the USSR during/after WWII. The food was good (at our dinner, not in the POW camps). Her father is a wine dealer, so the wine was also good.
Saturday: Stayed home and recovered from Friday night. Relaxed.
Sunday: Went to a cheesy Western theme park. About an hour drive there through beautiful hilly countryside. Park: run-down looking when you arrive (probably very authentic, I’m sure lots of old Western towns in the US looked that way). Many of the employees looked like ex-cons and/or recovering addicts and/or bikers. Nice people too. Food service was slowwww. They had a single “Indian”: a gentleman from Guatamala. There were, surprisingly, lots of things to do. We hung out there all day. Prices were reasonable. In other words, it was great. I loved it. They had trick riding shows. I pressured eldest daughter and her girlfriend into buying “Indian” earrings. Didn’t have to pressure wife or youngest daughter to purchase jewelry.
We went canoeing on a murky pond. Youngest daughter pet horses, rode one. She also did the bullriding thing with me, and then again with her sister. Did a bunch of other stuff. Not once, not once, not eating, or drinking, or doing anything else, did we get ripped off. Have you ever been to a theme park where that happened? After my recent circus trip, it was refreshing not to get robbed.
More later.
Oh, wait. They even had a “Western circus” that was okay. Kind of second rate. Of course, they had a woman (“buckskin” halter top, short “buckskin” hot pants) doing a snakegirl dance suspended in mid air from a silver hulahoop, for the dads.