Opinions
By Christina Morgan
My first trip outside of the United States left me with a definite case of travel tour-phobia. It was 1998, and I along with group of Spanish students and teachers signed up for a nine-day tour of Sunny Spain with the EF tours company. I had always wanted to see the world and at sixteen I begged and scrimped up the $1600 for the all-inclusive tour.
Looking back on it, Whirlwind Tours would have been a better name for the company. Our tour guide, Fernando, herded us around the country like cows. The only things missing to make me really feel like I was in a green pasture was a bell around my neck and a cattle prod in Fernando’s hands.
