It’s less than a week before we leave. The good news? Our families now know we are going. Through a series of events, our travel plans were brought out into the open. The weird news? They are all okay with it…
We honestly expected complete and utter resistance to our adventure. Jake and I talked about who would yell the most. Who would forbid us from going. He’s headed off to college in a little over a month, so there were bound to be more people against him going. On my part, I expected a lot of, ‘What are you thinking? You just spent all your money to fix your car!’ Instead, everyone is fine with our plan. Everyone loves the idea. Everyone.
We’re going to Europe with one-way tickets, a little bit of money in our pockets, and a vague idea of what we’d like to do once we’re there… and they’re okay with this. They’re not only okay with it, they are encouraging us. ‘We only have $500.’ – ‘You guys are going to have such fun!”
Jake said it’s like we’re standing there with giant, very, very sharp scissors saying, ‘We’re going to run with these!’ and everyone is saying, ‘Great! Sounds awesome!’ …Very, very sharp scissors, shoes with slick soles, and a super greasy floor… ‘You guys will have a great time!’ It makes absolutely no sense. We do not understand why everyone is behind our adventure. It’s a bit unnerving.
There’s no logical reason why everyone loves this idea. It’s impossible to even imagine. We’ve decided, maybe they are all going against everything we expected, because we are meant to go to Europe. Meant to go and get run over by the London Eye. We will go down in history as the two Americans who were run over and killed by the London Eye.
How we meet our end...
After a little discussion, we’ve come to a decision. If we are to go down in history as the two Americans who met their end by the London Eye, we would like a memorial. We’d like bronze statues of us, placed under the newly secured (“Guaranteed not to come loose and kill travelers!” ) London Eye. The statues should be side-by-side, depicting us running from the wheel with our faces full of fear. We insist.
