What’s Your Vacation Disaster?
Nate and I have racked up a handful of vacation disasters. It makes sense when you travel often, did so long before the iPhone was invented, and now live out of a hotel. But the funny thing is—most of our biggest disasters now make us laugh—or at least make for a good story. Here are two of my first-world favorites:
Early in our marriage (see ridiculous images above), we took our first trip to Europe. On a whim, we decide to go from Paris to Amsterdam, and booked the train tickets at an internet café. The website was in French, but we deciphered “click and buy” for the cheapest ticket and voila! Fast forward to New Year’s Day, after a long night of drinking cheap Champagne, here’s how we started the New Year: My full-sized bottle of aerosol hairspray (yeah, I know) exploded in my giant suitcase; we booked train cargo ticket, which meant standing for four hours with a hangover (so seat/no heat); and 10 minutes into the ride, someone waltzed though the cold cargo, puked all over the floor and no one cleaned it up. Finally, a mean old French woman tried to beat me up!
On another occasion, we booked a weeklong trip to Acapulco, and had a layover in Mexico City. Upon arrival, we saw that our flight had been delayed with a note to “see the gate agent.” NBD, I love Mexico City. Once it was our turn to chat, we learned that we’d not make to our destination because OUR AIRLINE WENT OUT OF BUSINESS WHILE WE WERE IN THE AIR. How does that even happen? According to our really kind gate agent, “They were broke.” (We eventually got to Acapulco, had an amazing trip, and were the only people on the plane aside from one German businessman and the flight crew. They had to put sand bags in the back to distribute the weight and the staff was taking photos and emptying their booze cart for us as a “final flight” celebration.)
What’s your vacation disaster?