| Abiding memories of Crete consist of navigating my mother around the island (as my father has BAD case of heeby-jeebies over heights i.e. driving in mountains).
ME: "You want to go straight ahead at the next set of lights"
[time passes]
ME: "STOP! The lights are on red! What are you doing?"
MOTHER: "You said to go straight ahead at the next set of lights..."
Strangely enough, this was the last vacation I had the nerve to take with my parents... |