I am known for never planning vacations until the last minute. I think it is because I am very mood-driven and I am moody; how do you know in 2022 where you will feel like going in 2023?
This is how it goes: I call my travel agent and tell her I want to vacation in city XYZ. She sends me a quote, that is ten times the budget I had in mind. I say “WHAT???”. And she says (yet again, year after year), that all the affordable places are booked up because people plan their vacations a year in advance. And I say “WHAT???”.
For my first big post-pandemic trip, I planned a trip in April, for travel in October. Way in advance, the way I am supposed to (supposedly). When it was booked, I said it felt surreal and I wasn’t excited, because it was so far away.
Who knows, I could get hit by a bus and die before the trip. Right?
As I said, my trip was booked in April. In August I started to get excited… it was coming up and I hadn’t been hit by a bus yet. My destination? Lahaina, Maui. Which was burned to the ground by wildfires before I could get there.
Plan B. I was very curious about Morocco. So I planned and booked that destination instead. Morocco was hit by a devastating unanticipated earthquake before I could get there.
Plan C. Costa Rica. Why not? I am glad I couldn’t get the flights and hotels to line up. The President called a state of emergency before I could get there. (At least I didn’t lose any money on this one).
You cannot make this stuff up. You just can’t!