Weddings aren't the only place where a mishap can occur. Sometimes they happen in marriage too. Gasp. I know... I know... hard to believe, but true.
Case in point: My hubbie and I recently celebrated our anniversary by taking a Mediterranean cruise. We flew in to Rome, and ended up at the exact baggage claim belt we waited at on our honeymoon four years ago. We remembered it well. Why? Because we made lots of memories there on our honeymoon when our bags never came off, and we spent the first three days of our trip without them. No fun... but we were in la-la-newlywed land, and it turned into something we laughed about. So, fast forward four years, and there we were again, waiting for our bags to arrive, laughing, and joking about the last time we waited for hours to no avail.
Before too long, the hubbie's bag arrived... but 3 hours later, we were leaving the airport without mine. Somehow, it decided to travel to Detroit. Why it wouldn't want to come to Europe with us is beyond me! Silly bag. So, there I was: no bag... getting on a seven day cruise...no cute cruise clothes...no make-up... no straw hat. And after the initial round of every emotion under the sun (including irritation, anger, devastation, and utter disbelief) do you know what flashed through my mind? This blog, and my little "Mishaps make the memories" motto. It was decision time. Did I let this ruin or hamper my long awaited, and much planned for trip? Or did I get over it, laugh and go on having an amazing time?
I promise, it was a decision, and a tough one at that. It would have been really easy to let this spoil my fun, and the fun of my cute hubbie (who is NOT a crier...at all... but admitted later that he was close to tears when he realized I wasn't getting my bag). But honestly, it was also pretty easy to say, "Oh well. Let's go have fun." Luckily, that's the route I took, and we had a stellar vacation filled with amazing memories despite the fact that my bag didn't arrive until 5 days later.
In addition to a great vacation, we got some added bonuses from losing the bag: hilarious memories of going into European pharmacies looking for mascara, shopping together for cute Italian shirts, an outrageous encounter with an Italian pajama shop keeper, and tons of memories of a certain baggage terminal in Rome where we've spent way too much time laughing, gasping and trying not to cry together. :)
The mishaps really do make the memories if you let them. Promise.
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