Last year, when the chance to take a big trip presented itself, I decided to do something “different.”
When I signed up for a work/travel program, I was promised an experience — but I got a nightmare.
As long as I can remember I’ve been pretty obsessed with the ocean.
We paddled ten miles that first day, stopping only for lunch on the rocky shore of a small island.
It started with an unusual noise, which you never want to hear at 65 miles per hour, and ended with a blown-out tire and my entire vacation sitting beside the road.
I was happy to pay extra for a sleeping car rather than try to figure out how to get kids to sleep in the coach section of the train.
I immediately bought tickets to go to Hawaii with a flexible return date.
En route to the airport on an icy black January morning, our daughter threw up in her car seat. Uh oh. Then she puked a second time. Oh no.
This is not a story about stumbling upon amazing airfare deals or subsisting on a budget of $10 per day.