Tropical Plans

I am in hell. I am planning, last minute, a trip to Florida. This seems like it would be an awesome thing and it is! My beautiful younger cousin is getting married. I am excited to go but stressed to piece together a trip with bubble gum, bits of string, and prayer. In other words I am navigating inadequate reward miles, fares, last minute deals, and search engines that compare the same darn travel sites. Not to mention the fares that change by the hour. Sigh.

Like many Americans we have had to tighten our belts in the past couple of years. Trips really haven’t been in the budget. Not even the frequent, almost biblical, sojourns to our hometown. Not being a frequent traveler hasn’t worked to my advantage either. A wiser person would have squirreled away the errant dollar for this highly anticipated event. Well that wouldn’t be me. Procrastination, sadly, is where my true expertise lies. However, it is inseparable from my disarming honesty and adds to my charm.

My dream trip would involve Esther like preparation, months of pampering, fasting, and praying. And I would have found an exquisite outfit already (which of course would include all accessories). So here I am blogging and working out my dilemma, with Maury as background. And two days away from the first leg of my trip. It would be funny if I wasn’t such a spaz. I am going to make this work for my cousin and for the fabulous view!  Picture courtesy of http://www.tranquilitybay.com/.

I am picturing myself in one of those Adirondack chairs. Serenity NOW!