Updated: Jul 10, 2020
I'm sitting in the airport waiting to board my plane and find myself taken back to my traveling days...
I don't think I could travel full time, but getting out of town for a bit is just what the doctor ordered!
I used to travel well; that is, I used to not care what happened to me, so it was easy to let the plane carry me wherever it would. Now I feel I have more to lose... or maybe its just that I have more of an appreciation for what I might lose if something were to go wrong. Regardless if what it is, here I still sit, alone and lost in thought.
I have a couple travel stories I wanted to share with you, of times that went bad, or could've gone bad.
One time, when I was traveling to New Orleans, I almost missed my flight and everyone who was in my group.
That's the problem with arriving at the airport with a lot of time to spare; you start wandering and before you know it, you're running like a bat out of hell just to make sure you make it back in time!
It was one of those instances where they put the bathroom about a mile away from the gate.
Another time I almost missed my trolley, I think I was traveling to Poland at the time, and I didn't realize that my gate was on the far end of the airport. This was one of those instances where I had a layover of about 4 hours; so I dinked around a bit, got a drink, took a nap, yada yada.... and nearly missed my flight completely.
There was another time when I was taking the Tran in Rome and just as it was taking off I flew backwards and slammed up against this hunky dude, all while screaming bloody murder. That was more exciting than anything though 😉
Do you have a travel story?
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