As we wait for
@Beef Invictus to finish his deep deep thinking, I’m going to regale you all with my absolutely insane travel itinerary for the next 24 hours.
My lovely wife impulsively decided to book a surprise family vacation on an island in the Atlantic off the coast of France. Sounds amazing, right?
It will be I’m sure, but getting there is going to be a veritable odyssey and one of the most bewildering experiences of my life. My wife and daughter are already there and I’m on the way with a couple of (pre)teen boys to join them.
So far, my dad dropped us off at 30th St. and we took the NE regional to EWR. A quick ride on a tram and we’re here waiting for our flight to Paris. A couple hours all told. Not too bad, right?
Well, here’s what the rest of the journey looks like:
Once we land, we have to get moving right away. Airport to train station via commuter train and a subway - about 40 minutes. Then a two hour train ride, then a two hour bus ride, then an hour long ferry ride, and finally we’ve arrived, only then we’ll have to f***ing bike the last 2 kilometers because that’s how one gets around on this island. It’ll be around 10 o’clock at night local time when I finally get to collapse in a heap.
When I complained about this - lightly, with a resigned chuckle - she laughed at me like a mischievous toddler.
Oh, I do love her so.