Yes, it was me. I know, I should be ever so happy that I get to jetset across the Atlantic ocean and sail the Caribbean for two weeks, boohoo, I have nothing at all to complain about truly. It’s just that I kinda had my heart set on spending a quiet Christmas in Italy with my husband, that’s all. We are always on the ship for the holidays and so after so many years, I had dreams of a more traditional no high heels and no glittery dresses event. I wanted to cozy up to the fireplace, wear fuzzy sweaters and bake cookies! Ohhh how boring of me, but it is truly what I wanted.
So imagine how disappointed I was when all my Christmas plans came to a screaching halt. I waited until the last minute to drag out my summer clothes and chuck them into my suitcase. With a sore foot, I doubt I will be glitzy or wearing high heels either, so I imagine I will just be frumpy and cranky in some ugly dress with flat sandals. I couldn’t even muster up the enthusiasm to find flats with any bling before my departure.
Add that to the fact that I literally didn’t even have my flight details yet, the night before I was to leave and well, by 7:00 p.m. I kinda started to panic. I already didn’t want to go, that was pretty obvious, but I did want to be with my husband, and so that meant I needed a plane ticket!
Here we go again…I spoke to my husband and that is when he spent the next hour tracking somone down. It was the weekend, no one was answeing the phone. What was I sup
posed to do, just show up at the airport and ask each carrier if they maybe had a reservation for me? This was nuts! By 10:00 I finally had a ticket. I still hadn’t finished packing since I thought why bother? I also didn’t have my hotel reservation or Immigration letter. I had to wake up at 4:00 a.m. And print the emails that arrived through the night. I hardly slept. Not exactly the kind of stress I needed after a busy week getting Mama to the airport, Coco off to Zio’s, wrapping up a bunch of lessons and doing 25 student evaluations before year’s end.
By the time I got to Miami, I shuffled my suitcase around all over the airport trying to get the hotel shuttle. None showed up and thirty minutes later I gave up and had to re-enter the airport terminal, go down a level and find a taxi. By that point I was near exhaustion and almost in tears and was yelling and swearing like a lunatic.
So, yes, that was me. Now I am waiting to get to the ship terminal in Miami. I am not looking forward to the next three hours. There are dozens of ships in port and Miami has always been a disorganized mess where luggage ends up on the wrong ship, etc. ohhhh, and btw, my flight was coach class but that’s ok because I was too tired to really care anyway.
I am signing off now since the ship blocks my blog and Facebook. Wish me luck! I just spoke to my husband and he said that he has booked me a massage for 4:30 p.m….smart man!
…Wishing everyone a very Happy Holiday, xoxoxo hugs, Leah