Today is the day we are leaving. Well, technically tomorrow. However, my shuttle comes at 3:30, meaning I have to be up by 2:00 and that, in my mind, is still today. I like to plan excruciatingly painful travel plans. I mean, I hate them while in the midst of them and I dread them with every fiber of my being before hand but afterward they are so much more memorable and, often times, funny.
When we went to Rome we flew out of Stockholm on Ryan Air at 6:00. This meant we had to be up at 2:00 to get to T-Centralen to catch a bus to get way out into the countryside to that airport that services Ryan Air. A completely memorable experience.
This past winter we flew to Panama on the red-eye, stopped over in Miami and finally touched down in Panama City at lunch time the next day, with the time change. Agonizing. We could not waste the day. We spent the day exploring the city of foot. Completely painful but again, memorable.
I routinely flew the red eye to Germany on British Airways, stopping in Gatwick for six hours layovers with a two year old daughter in to. Painful. So tired my eyes felt like they were bleeding. So cold, as the more tired I am, the less my already less than limited tolerance for cold gets. Again, memorable. Fondly so.
Planes to busses to ferries to more busses to get to destinations. There is a long line of similarly painful experiences I have subjected myself to and, in retrospect, I would not have had it any other way.
Looking forward to stepping foot into Europe and continuing my love/not so love relationship I have with the place!