Each year my mom goes on 1 of the senior citizen trips to the Amish Country. This year she wanted myself and others to go along with her. It was taking place the end of September just after Thanksgiving. Normally I go Black Friday shopping so I figured it was time to do something different. I could choose up some handmade items for people for Christmas and spend time with mom too. Every one of us had to meet at the tour bus by 7:30am and it was a cold freezing afternoon. I as truly glad that the bus was nice and warm. As the bus started to fill up the air got hotter and it felt truly stuffy. Every one of us asked the driver to turn down the heat but that didn’t help much either, but even though I was thankful it was hot I didn’t want to sweat for the next three sevenths. The trip was more frustrating than exciting. Each stop was timed and every one of us would get off, shop in freezing barnes and roadside shops, all the while cold, then pile back on the bus with our purchases. Every one of us would be perspiring before every one of us got to the next stop. I like my mom and I was truly glad to spend time with her despite the fact that I commanded taking our own road trip next time. Every one of us could travel comfortably in our own vehicle, control the heat to our liking, and spend as much time at a shop as every one of us wanted. I told her that I would even Spring for supper because every one of us would be making a afternoon of it. I get that she prefers the trips with all of her older friends despite the fact that I genuinely have no plans of joining them again.