Dave Barry wrote a wonderfully funny travel book years ago. With the EU and other not so wonderful developments, parts of his book are no longer relevant, but back when I read this book, it was hilarious and I laughed hysterically.
If you have not read the book, and you enjoy travel, I highly recommend it...although parts of it now, well, you know.
When giving travel advice Dave explains that most people, upon visiting the Louvre for the first time, are surprised to see how small the Mona Lisa is. Many a tourist may feel the need to ask where the actual (ie... big) Mona Lisa is.
This same surprise happens in San Antonio often as well. After hearing the many big, brave, heroic tales of The Alamo, many first time visitors are surprised by the actual size of the actual Alamo. A visitor or two can be heard asking to see "the big Alamo" or "the real Alamo".
This is how I felt tonight.
For most of December I have been hearing of "the Christmas Star"...not only a once in a lifetime event, this was a once in many, many lifetimes event. It was THE CHRISTMAS STAR. And after a pretty crap-tastic year, what better way to begin our Christmas week and end this hellish year. I. Was. Excited.
Marked my calendar and everything.
Made a plan.
I was NOT going to miss this!!
There we were waiting.
Anticipating.
Sunset was approaching.
Excitement was building.
I jumped out of the truck and looked up into the sky.
"Ummm. It's supposed to be in the Southwest. Which way is Southwest?"
I was surprised I even needed to ask. I assumed my Christmas star was going to be so big and bright, I would look up and SEE IT. I would KNOW it was THE STAR.
This was not the case.
"That way", points my husband.
"Ummmm. Is that it? I mean that can't be it. It's supposed to be epic? Where is the big Christmas star?"
*sigh*
