Return From Far Far Away

Hello internet world. I have returned from vacation! Although, I enjoyed my month off, traveling around Europe I am quite happy to be home. Eating out and living out of a suitcase was getting a bit old. We had a fabulous time and made it to 7 different destinations (London, Nice, Rome, Florence/Pisa, Venice, Zurich, and Paris). I had never been to Italy or Switzerland so that was especially nice. I LOVED Venice and disliked Rome. In the end we must have taken nearly 4000 photographs. When I have time I will put some up.

I am happy to say we didn’t break the bank either. We spent money of course, and with the daily reports about the dollar’s value against the Euro and the Pound we certainly were being a bit more conservative than we might have been on other trips. But overall we spent what we wanted and not on silly things and still managed to have loads of fun.

Two funny stories that came out the trip are below.

#1: Checking in online is a breeze as long as you are not “flagged.”
After not being able to check-in online and phoning an operator who was not able to give us a good reason, we decided to head to the airport early. Upon arrival, the nice Indian man at the counter as we proceed to check-in, glances at his computer and then peers out over his glasses and says, “Sir, you are on the Watch List.” In between his smirks and raised eyebrows your could see his eyes were rolling with laughter, he heads off to take care of that for BozoBoy. Of all people to be on a watch list BozoBoy is the last person I could imagine. And yes I fall into the American trap of racial profiling! I would have thought I would have been “targeted” before BozoBoy. I am sure that the BA agent was thinking the same thing and that is why he was doing his best to keep his composure. We have yet to determine what the “Watch List” is or what it means to be on it, and how it is even remotely possible for BozoBoy to be on it. This was all a good lead up to Crazy Lisa our seat mate for 7 hours, who proceeded to share her life story in-between her frequent trips to the bathroom…

#2: A hotel room made for blind rats…
The evening that BozoBoy’s family arrived at our hotel in Nice we came upon Goldilocks and baby bear’s room. BozoBoy’s mum discovered an unmade bed and untidy bathroom. After speaking with the front desk, we found they were booked up and offered to book her in at another nearby hotel. It was close to 1 a.m. and so we gave her our room and headed off to this other hotel. When we arrived the attendant was quite adamant that it there should only be 1 person in the room, he reluctantly gave us the key. Unsuspectingly we open the door, only to reveal khaki colored corduroy wallpaper, 1 double bed and 1 twin bed outfitted with the ugliest patchwork quilts I have every seen, peeling blue paint and green shag carpet. We were taken aback and a little uncertain about whether we should complain or deal with it. We decided to take it. And so we began by trying to pass the darkness of night by lying on top of the comforters, afraid to peel them back. The room had no heat and you couldn’t turn off the air conditioner. If I had know I was going to be freezing all night, I would have dressed for the occasion. We both were wide awake, tormented by the thought that the attendant would be up to evict one of us at any minute. As the night carried on, hysterical laughter began to erupt from my lips. I turned to BozoBoy who had cocooned himself with the edges of the comforter (did I mention we were still fully clothed, shoes and all). I decide to head to the bathroom to warm-up…turning up the shower to get a bit of heat. There wasn’t any HOT water. In the end we only lasted until 6 a.m. and when we tried to get out, the DOORS WERE LOCKED! While I fumbled with the lock the attendant showed up and began harassing us for having 2 people in a single! We threw the door open and ran. That was the most hideous place I have every stayed.

A Weekend Away

O to be off…what a blessing. And to be going away, a true treasure!

BozoBoy and I leisurely spent Friday getting ready, dragging around the house, catching up on tv we had taped. Eventually, we start edging our way towards the door and thus the car ride.

The car ride was uneventful and actually quiet and calm. It took us about 3 hours to actually make it to Ocean City. It has been nearly 15 years since I have been to Ocean City and I had never actually stayed in the city. I camped at Assateague Island . So, my memories of the area were foggy. BozoBoy had never been.

We arrived at our hotel and were immediately disappointed. What had been marked as an oceanview room wasn’t really and the hotel was back from the beach somewhat. We were close to the beach and the boardwalk. Our room was less than pleasing but overall…we were just happy to be away. Out of the reach of work (no internet connection) made things so much nicer. We spent time walking the entire boardwalk and then some (3rd to 35th street). Not much was open as a lot had already closed for the season. The food wasn’t the greatest, could just be the places we tried but we came back not feeling entirely great. We drove over to Assateague State Park and we were fortunate to see several deer and one wild pony, that was a definite highlight. The beaches were very clean and looked inviting if not for the 50 degree weather. It had warmed by the time we decided to leave. We headed north and drove through Bethany, Dewey and Rehobeth before heading back across the Bay Bridge towards home.

All in all, although we probably would not go back again (and if we did we would try to stay at the Dunes), it was just so nice to get away.

I felt so much better when we got home. I had let go of much of the unhappiness I had been feeling. Too bad it didn’t last…

Too Obsessive For My Own Good

I spent almost all day on my computer. Resting my back, which has been nice…but all day. I felt like I was at work, sitting here surfing the net. For what u ask? We have decided to go away this coming weekend, a short 3-day weekend to Ocean City. Nothing special just time out of the house, a time to separate ourselves from the everyday mediocrity.

So, I spent all-day looking for hotels…searching and searching, reading reviews and more searching. Then I moved on to things to do, where to eat and so on. I haven’t been there since I was in high school and Bozo has never been there.

I am proud that I did all this in a single day. Normally, I would have spent a lot more time, perhaps even a week’s worth of time and well in advance. Why do I have to take so long, and read every piece of information? I don’t know, I am cheap but want to go or do something nice and fun. But it is more than that, its because I am a total control freak. Relax? That will be the day. I think I will let Bozo plan the next trip. He is so low-key and what research he does is minimal or so it appears. He prefers to discover a place.

Somehow doing all that research never seems to satisfy me. I have the info, but I fret over whether we will have a good time. I am sure we will but, I want for once to just not plan…to be risky. What do you do when planning a trip?