White cliffs of Dover, England, 1998, waiting for the ferry to France	Tate Art Gallery, London, where I saw my first original Waterhouse, The Lady of Shalot.  It blew me away.
Outside my sissy's apartment in Farnborough, England.  That's the car we traveled in to move her from England to Germany.  We stuffed it full of all her belongings, and food for the trip (notice the Oreos shoved up against the window right behind her).  I had her stereo on my lap for 16 hours straight, Arabic music blasting.