travel mishaps

I have had a lot of travel mishaps in my day.

I bet you all remember my most recent trip when I booked my flight on the wrong day resulting in tears and an extra fee to get my flight changed.

But there have been other travel mishaps too.

Like the time I flew to London a few summers ago. It wasn’t bad enough that we would be in the air for seven hours. Instead, our flight had to be delayed three hours AFTER we were already on the plane. Did I mention it was 90 degrees out that day in Chicago? Big Daddy Wayne (my dad — duh.) was not a happy camper. And neither was I since I was sitting near him. Let’s just say it was really hot and sweaty on that plane.

Or we could talk about the first time I flew by myself. Flying home was no problem — that was not the mishap. Instead, let’s talk about my travel plans to my destination. My friend was heading back to school in Orange City, Iowa — and I accompanied her ( was flying back a few days later). We drove through a blizzard. Then when we were 10 minutes from the town her school was in, I told her it would be “no big deal” if we passed the snow plow on the country road.

My famous last words.

We ended up in a ditch and a tow service had to come get us.

Whoops.

So needless to say, I am always a little bit frazzled when it comes to traveling. I am always paranoid I am going to oversleep, under pack, book a wrong flight, lose a travel document — you get the picture.

This time is no different.

Not only do I have a 3:00 AM wakeup call, but um… my bag isn’t really packed yet. It’s 9:00 in Chicago. This could be a problem.

Things could get ugly.

Luckily, I have my clothes laid out to be put into my suitcase.

Don’t be deceived, I’m usually not this organized while traveling. I’m actually surprising myself. I know Big Bertha won’t fit in my bag though. It’s a tragedy, really.

I have food packed to take with me.

Believe it or not, this is the least amount of food I have traveled with for quite some time. I must be going somewhere that has some good food!

And I also have my overnight oats stashed in the fridge to be put in my carry on in the morning. Cross your fingers it does not get confiscated!

 
My boarding pass is even printed out.

The only question is — where am I going?

You’ll find out soon!

Question: Are you a frazzled traveler or do you go with the flow?

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