I remember about 5 years back when I first traveled internationally with one of my dearest friends on the planet. I had already been friends with her for over 15 years, so surely we have had plenty of time to know each other’s personalities and likes. But traveling with someone is different.
Why wasn’t she in more of a hurry to get down to breakfast before it was over?
When was she going to realize that my internal itinerary that had outwardly been expressed as “no real plans” was being thrown off?
How come she wanted to spend SO MANY HOURS inside a museum?