Before they left, I had a bad feeling about this trip. I expected it to be hot as hell, so hot that they would turn on each other. I expected the Americans to be unfriendly racists who all carried guns. I expected long lines at every attractions and the feeling of money wasted. So far I have been wrong. Unfortunately.
I spent so much time worrying about the Americans that I forgot about the host family. Or should I say, the previous host family. They (my mistress' family) couldn't stand living their any longer and decided to spend the rest of their time in this hot hell with another host family. We've been here a couple of hours, and all seems well so far, but I'm no optimist.
And forget about the lines. In fact, forget all about the attractions. They've spent half their time in a car, driving back and forth between the oldest town i Texas and Houston (F.Y.I. Houston is not the oldest town in Texas), and the rest locked up in their room. I blame the father of the previous host family. As I've said before, if murder wasn't a crime... But I guess i murder was legal, he would have to get in line.
I'm having a bang-up time! Y'all hve a nice day, now!
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