My father, Roger K. Adams, was not a traveler. He didn't see much reason to leave home, since he had a home.
But sometime in the 1970s he finally retired and Mother convinced him to get a passport which led to this image.
Thereupon they flew off on a trip to Ireland, from whence some of their people had immigrated. Mother was curious and usually interested to see new places. They met distant relatives and saw some tourist sites.
After they came home, I asked my father how he'd liked the trip.
"They should put a roof over that country," he growled. Apparently it had rained every day. So much for traveling. Afterward Mother traveled with groups or with me.
Though he often presented as a grouch, actually he was a softie inside. He just felt the need to keep up appearances, as you can see in this picture.