Today my overthinking has got me all worked up in a huff about meeting my tour group in Jordan. I mean, for the love of Pete and his dog Sparky! Just how ginormous is this world? Just how many gin joints in all the world ARE THERE, really? Tons.
Think about it. I have a small, tiny window of opportunity to meet up with a group of people I don't know in a place I've never been. Isn't that a bit daunting to anyone?
It's thinking like this that makes me read and re-read directions on shampoo bottles, assembly instructions for electronics and trip notes for this very trip over and over and over again. I memorize until it's a smooth, polished process in my mind's eye, until I've prepared everything I possibly can and feel that I comprehend everything that is comprehendable about the situation.
But. The wild cards and variables completely outweigh the preparation in some situations.
And that's what makes travel so blasted exciting! As much as my neurosis demands that I overthink, my inner wild child demands the exhilaration of the unexpected.
Do you ever worry that you'll "miss the bus," as it were?
I have no idea what that text says on the picture. Is that German?
We went to Scotland for our 1 year anniversary. We (well, Nate) had planned out all of our details and transport. We flew into London and stayed the night there to try and see some things - definitely not enough time but our main purpose was to get to Scotland where we had friends. Anyway, after staying the night we planned to take a taxi to the train station and the train to the airport where we would fly to Glasgow. Except that when we got out of the taxi at the train station and he started to pull away a man came running down the stairs saying no trains were running because of a strike or something like that. I can't even remember how it all happened (I was probably just following Nate's lead) but we ended up hopping back in the taxi with another American who had lived in London for years. The driver tried to make us pay some insane amount, which we would have paid because of desperation, but the other guy argued with the driver and got us a reasonable price. Always an adventure!
ReplyDeleteThat's crazy Vanessa. I don't remember hearing that portion of your travels.
ReplyDeleteIs it bad that when I first saw the name of this blog I thought it said melting point? Haha. Sad. Though in my partial defense, I am in the lab right now. That's gotta be why I thought that at first. Lol.