Part of the real joy of being this glorious age, is having the time and the finances to travel. I encourage all to travel – now – travel often. The few overseas trips I have taken over the last couple of years have given me a whole new interpretation of who we are and how we live.
Therefore, I have decided to report on a new sense with this post…the Sense of Adventure! In this category of posts I will chronicle travel and new, unique experiences. Let’s start with some travel…
Managing Expectations
Six months in the making, finally the time has come…our highly anticipated European vacation. With a planned “bier flight” river cruise through the Bavarian region of Austria and Germany, followed by a Costa del Sol chaser, we eagerly anticipate the beauty, history, and culture that awaits us. But first we must make it through the biggest hurdle – planes, trains, and automobiles…oh my! To truly understand our feelings about modes of transportation, I must first share our experiences…
Planes…
The Friendly Skies
On our first European trip to Spain and Portugal, once we got past the obnoxious
and downright mean airport security, we got across the pond without incident. The flight crew was polite, helpful and professional; and the food was quite good. Outside of the man sitting behind Jon who incessantly and vigorously tapped, tapped, tapped on the video screen playing onboard trivia games…driving my husband mad, the flight was very pleasant.
Thirteen days later, exhausted from all the wonderful experiences, our flight home was uneventful…until we hit Newark…dun-dun-duh! Once back in the states, we were informed that we had a 6-hour wait before boarding our final leg home. Six hours in Newark airport…come on, seriously? Uncomfortable chairs, the din of other unhappy travelers, the long queues at somewhat palatable restaurants…take me back to Europe, please.
The God Forsaken Flight
Our second trip to Europe was supposed to take us to beautiful Rome on the Friday before the double canonizations of the two popes in 2014. Everyone was in a holiday mood as we waited to embark. On-board, pleasantly dozing off from the prerequisite, pre-flight Bloody Mary, we were disappointed but not distressed when we were told that due to some “maintenance issue” we would be de-boarding, marching like ducklings behind their mother to another gate, then re-boarding another plane. However, this plane was not quite big enough…many passengers marching to their tail-end seats found that their seat numbers did not exist. All were reseated finally, and these shenanigans did not dampen spirits. Our plane was chock full of priests, nuns, deacons, friars, monks, and religious pilgrims…. this was going to be the safest and most uneventful flight in history with all that God-power coursing though the airplane aisles. Well, God works in mysterious ways. Two-and-a-half hours into the flight, the pilot calmly informed us that they were having a “bit of a problem” with the air conditioning in first class. “Bummer for them” we gleefully thought…until he went on to say that this little problem with the air could cause some issues with cabin pressure…and that we would be returning to…dun-dun-duh…Newark! Our traveling companions (sister and brother-in-law, brother and sister-in-law) had already arrived in Rome; a bit off-schedule but unscathed. Yet, we were dropping down to 10,000 feet, dumping fuel in the ocean, and heading back to the land of uncomfortable chairs, unhappy travelers and long lines!
So returning to the terminal…after midnight…pilot and crew having waved bye-bye… with one stunned looking young customer service attendant peering out at the long queue of tired and angry religious pilgrims…we were back in…you guessed it…Newark.
Sigh…
Twelve hours later we were boarding yet another plane, this time with a passenger roster of determined “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore, just get me to G#% D$&@ Rome!” religious pilgrims.
One pre-requisite Bloody Mary later, we were finally on our flight to Rome, only to arrive in the wee morning hours,with minimal customs staff and luggage handlers, and no pre-scheduled, pre-paid hotel transfer. Oh, well…when in Rome…
After a truly remarkable journey through Italy (look for another blog soon), we reluctantly headed home, knowing we had another long layover in…dun-dun-duh…Newark. Sigh…
I would love to hear some of your flight travel dream experiences and nightmares!
Next up…TRAINS
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We flew to Brussels, our luggage didn’t. The next day we flew to Rome for 3 days. Then we traveled by train through Italy, staying in a different city each night.
When we landed in Switzerland, we took the Glacier Express to Zermott and the Matterhorn. The following day we took the same train across Switzerland to St. Moritz.
The next day we traveled on a sleeper train through Luxembourg and back to Brussels.
The following morning, our luggage arrived in Brussels. We finally had our clothes and camera in time to catch our flight back to Kansas just 24 hours later.
Oh my…what a story Debbie! I am definitely laughing my age off (LMAO) with that one! Did you and hubby score a new wardrobe on the airline’s dime??
The airline gave the 3 of us $1,000 total. What helped the most is our niece and nephew lived in Brussels then. We borrowed some shirts and windbreakers from them, but drew the line at underwear. Buying clothes in Rome isn’t fun or easy. I omitted that our trip was 10 days.
LOL – you didn’t have your luggage for 10 days? So funny – well not for you and your family, I am sure.
I have a pic of my son and husband on the Matterhorn lift house in their t-shirts. No skiing taking place.
Because we kept changing cities almost every day, the luggage was a day behind.
I didn’t want to buy underwear because the first panty was size 48. Couldn’t continue with the darn metric measurements.
Oh my! Those metrics! Thanks for sharing, Debbie.