Today's NaBloPoMo prompt: Tell us about the worst trip you ever took.
Truth be told, I really cannot remember ever taking a bad trip. Is that unusual? I do really enjoy traveling, and I have been fortunate in that I've never had any major mishaps away from home (apart from the usual delayed/canceled flights and the like). Even times when I've gotten sick while away from home, they've all been minor illnesses and I had family/friends along to help me out.
Today I am grateful for MM. He has never read this blog (he thinks blogging is "weird"), so there is no chance he will see this post.
Today is our fourth wedding anniversary. In many ways, the last four years have not been at all what I had expected, but MM has been everything I expected when I married him: my close friend, my partner in the truest sense of the word, and an excellent father.
If I were able to choose again, I would still choose him.
I travel all over, and for the most part things go very smoothly, even though I've had my fair share of delayed luggage and misbooked flights. But one trip stands out far above all others.
ReplyDeleteIt started out me realizing, about two hours before we had to catch the bus to the airport, and just before heading off to my first lecture of the semester, that I'd booked our tickets in my married name, but I had completely forgotten about changing my passport, which meant that the name on my ticket and the name on my passport didn't match. As soon as lecture was over, I dashed over to the travel agent and asked them when I should do; they suggested bringing a copy of my marriage license along, so I had about 45 minutes to run home (literally, run), dig through the files to find it, and run back.
And then, strangely enough, NO ONE commented on the fact that the name in my passport didn't match the name on my ticket.
Then we left our traveler's checks on the plain. Then the map I had from the train station to the university was not to scale, and it took us WAY longer to get there walking than we expected. We arrived, terribly jet-lagged, after registration had ended and the conference started. We then spent the rest of the conference deciding during each break whether we were more tired or more hungry, whether we should nap or eat. It didn't help that around Manchester University, there is seriously nothing but kebab shops.
We forgot the alarm clock, and Joel's watch broke on the way over (at the time, I didn't wear a watch, and neither of us had cell phones). There was no clock in the building we were staying in, which meant that we kept waking up during the night, worried that we'd overslept, and then taking turns running to the building next door to check the time.
Definitely the worst trip I've ever had!
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Happy anniversary!
That does sound awful!
DeleteAlways nice to be thankful for family.
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