My Next Travel Adventure
I’m letting go of the wheel again.
For one week, while we were in France, I didn’t drive at all.
We relied on other drivers.
The guiding principle for that trip was to make everything nice for my father, so we had a car-and-driver take from the airport to the door of our hotel, even though other ways may have been less expensive. The same driver picked us up in Bayeux and drove us to Paris a few days later. For the record, I would not ever want to drive in Paris.
My next trip is more about the adventure.
My first trip to Nashville was a solo adventure. I flew to Nashville and used public transportation to get around the first day. I had to change buses downtown, an adventure in itself.
I loved the bus ride. It reminded me over and over that I was no longer in New York. The people around me, mostly working people on their way home, spoke in the lilt and drawl that is distinctly southern. I loved eavesdropping.
When I walked from the bus stop, I used a map I had sketched on the little notepad in my hotel room. It took me through a charming tree-lined neighborhood to the church. During my walk I let go as best I could of the worries I was carrying. It was perfect alone-time before meeting a bunch of strangers-now-family.
But this next trip is shared adventure.
Hopefully Leah, my travel companion, will not get too frustrated with me.
I still am not 100% sure how I’m getting to the airport in Newark, NJ. I’m not worried, though. I’ll get there.
From Newark, I fly to Frankfurt. A red-eye.
In Frankfurt, I’ll meet up with Leah.
“How will I find you?” I asked her.
“Uh — we’ll be at the same gate to Dubrovnik,” she said.
Oh, yeah. That.
Once we get to Dubrovnik, though, how will we get from the airport to our Airbnb?
Our hostess mentioned several options: taxi, uber, public transportation. Guess which one appeals to me?
We’re taking a bus to Mostar. That’s been booked.
But from Mostar to Sarajevo, we want to take the train, and I can’t figure out the schedule. Guess we’ll have to wing that part, too.
What’s an adventure without a little flying-by-the-seat-of-the-pants?
Are you up for this, Leah?
If I was driving, though, that would be a totally different adventure. Let’s not do that.