the elusive bridge
I skipped over some parts of our European vacation, so maybe now is the time to fill in the gaps. First, of course, is the story of the Butt Bridge.
As soon as I saw that name on the map, I knew that it was crucial for me to get there and take picture next to the sign (and maybe take the sign itself). So, on our way out one night, I coaxed Susan into walking an extra mile in her very uncomfortable fancy shoes just to get to the bridge. I ran all around, hanged off the side, crossed it a few times, but nothing - no sign of any kind.
What a bummer.
As soon as I saw that name on the map, I knew that it was crucial for me to get there and take picture next to the sign (and maybe take the sign itself). So, on our way out one night, I coaxed Susan into walking an extra mile in her very uncomfortable fancy shoes just to get to the bridge. I ran all around, hanged off the side, crossed it a few times, but nothing - no sign of any kind.
What a bummer.
1 Comments:
perhaps it was named so due to visitors leaving with only this to say, "but, but, but... the sign?"
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