Given that Will travels so often, he always tries to make up for it by showing me something new before he goes away.  This way, the horrible gut-wrenching feeling I get at his departure is somewhat dulled by the excitement and antisipation of a new experience; and God bless him, he really puts in an effort to think up new activities or at the very least take me to one of my favourite places. 

This time, a real first for me: an authentic American gun shop. We both felt I've lived here long enough now to experience it.

Very friendly staff





I was pretty uncomfortable, but Will insisted! 

Aside from the strange and somewhat unsettled feeling I had that these weren't props but actual, real weapons meant to maine or kill; the thing that greatly un-nerved me was overhearing a sales associate as he trained a girl my age, with a baby in a pram, to use the pistol that she had just purchased!  It made me think, that since guns don't kill people; people do, maybe I'd be safer with a gun!...  Although to Will's major disappointment, we left empty handed that day.