In 1978 my mom had just graduated high school (sorry Mom, now the Internets know your age) and was living in Santa Rosa, California with her parents, and planning for what she called "the trip of a lifetime."
One of her good friends Wynn was living with her family in Germany while her dad was stationed at the U.S. army base in Stuttgart and invited my mom to join her and her two sisters, Maca and Dawn, on a road trip through Europe.
The girls piled into a VW bug and left, driving down through Germany, Switzerland, Italy and crossing over into Monaco. They then drove along the Mediterranean through the south of France, Spain and up to Paris. The two month trip was captured by my mom on her Kodak 110 camera accompanied by her daily entries in a brown journal.
"I've always wanted to Europe and now my dream has come true; and I'm only 18," she wrote in the first entry in her journal.
Reading back through my mom's entries and looking at her pictures, securely tucked into a leather-bound album, is one of my favorite things to do.
|my mom is the one on the far right|
|posing with their VW bug in front of a chateau|
|my (adorable) mother eating gelato in Italy|
Isn't her plaid shirt cute?
I wish she had kept it. I know I would wear it.
Do you ever look through photos of your parents or grandparents when they were young?