I have notoriously bad travel luck.
I know they always tell you to “expect the unexpected” and “plan for everything”, but some things when traveling simply cannot be foreseen.
There was the time over the holidays in 2007 I tried to fly to Europe with an expired passport. I will admit, this one is on me. However, at the time I thought passports were good for years, and failed to notice the stipulations when you get your first one under the age of sixteen. Cut to me flying to D.C. with a letter from my local Senator which got my passport expedited in record time. I still made it to Paris in time for the New Year’s eve festivities! (See photo below.) Also camera phones weren’t a thing back then. Don’t come @ me.
In 2017, I signed up for a trip to Haiti through my church. Living fifteen minutes from the airport, I allowed myself two hours to arrive. The traffic was unusually heavy, even for Austin during rush hour. Minutes later I learned that a semi had overturned and shut the interstate down. At this point, the clock was ticking and I was panicking. Fellow highway passengers had abandoned their cars and were running the last miles, luggage in tow, in an attempt to catch their flight. I am completely serious when I say that I made it to the airport with ONE MINUTE to spare. ONE. My trip leader had spoken with a gate agent and I made it to my terminal quickly. What I can say now that I am on the other side of that stressful night, is that it was all worth it to meet these dear hearts. (See picture below.)
During my time spent in Texas, I lost count of the times I was flying to/from home and got stuck overnight in Dallas. Once from a flood, once from lightening, once from a missed flight after sitting on the tarmac, and another from a faulty engine. Spending the night in the Dallas Love airport was not on my bucket list, or the list of things I had planned that day. It did, however, provide me with a unique moment to adjust my attitude. (See photo below.)
My point to this post is that things happen that are completely unforeseen and out of our control when traveling this glorious globe. I have begun to realize that is part of the fun. The unknown. The not being in control. I am a control freak, so traveling has taught me to loosen my grip and let go. Because you know what? I look back on all of these stressful experiences and laugh. They have become great stories and even better memories. And ultimately I made it to my destination. We always do, don’t we? It may not be the way we saw it going in our heads, but the universe has a way of making us slow down and take the long way around.
Nothing when traveling is ever as bad as it seems. So take your time and enjoy the journey, as cliché as that sounds.
We will get there when we get there.