Mountains adorned with acres of trees curve into a gorgeous blue silhouette, conjuring a misty quality that serves as a backdrop for the tourist trap we are in. The said tourist trap is an opening between the mountains completely paved over with asphalt. Across the murky asphalt sea are chains of restaurants and hotels randomly scattered among the ranks of utility poles. One particular sign in front of the establishment where my family dined last night reads: "Tri one our 4 new tasty dishes." Whilst my sister and I stuck with the secure fare of grilled chicken and sweet potato fries, the rest of my clan partook in the seafood buffet, and as a result, are now suffering the consequences. I could have fortold this outcome from the second sign that declared: "buses welcome." (bad past experience from school field trips)
Once in the motel (yes, my parents financial savvy led to another deisgn downgrade but an economic upgrade) my mother discovered that she left her swimsuit at home. Unable to bear the insurmountable burden of having no swimsuit to enjoy river tubing in, my mother, sister, and I whisked ourselves into the minivan. Using the GPS as a guide, we drove towards what we assumed was a mall. Alas, the GPS had deceived us, leading us to a houchie-mama outlet. After going through racks of swimsuits made mostly of strings, bling, and bunnies with bow-ties, we rapidly retreated back to the minivan.
Our next destination was Walmart, and after encountering the knights of Ni and providing them with a shrubbery, we arrived at our destination. This Walmart was like a warhouse, I mean warehouse, meant to store airplanes. Wondering through the labyrinth of "bargains", we finally came upon the desired aquatic coverings. Our quest had finally been completed. Time to watch cupcake wars and sleep.
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