So, a little birdie told me you and your father got captured by pirates. Care to explain?
Well, first things first, don’t wander around places you don’t know when you’re in a foreign country. Especially don’t board suspicious boats going up a river unless you’re ready to get attacked by pirates. My father and I were not ready, and alas, we were trapped. The boat began sinking as we were stowed away, and oddly enough we had exactly 60 minutes to solve a serious of puzzles, which were left behind by the pirates for some reason I can only dream of, and escape with our lives (and of course our treasure).
Ah. So you went to an escape room. Got it.
Escape room indeed π My father and I have always enjoyed puzzles. My dad used to have a “MENSA” puzzle of the day tear-away calendar that we would try and solve together when I was younger. I went to an escape room in a big group when I joined the Batten Honors College at Virginia Wesleyan, but my father had never been and we both liked the idea. The night before we had some practice playing a computer game called “Death Squared” where we had to work together to solve a series of puzzles as well. Obviously, since I am alive, we escaped, and had a blast doing it.