Vacation Archives – Day #1: Away to Croatia!

This is an entry from the Vacation Archives, a somewhat tardy report of my adventures in Croatia and Italy. On May 31st, 2012, I flew from New Orleans to Chicago to Munich to Trieste. This was written on my iPad during the longest leg of the journey, on an Airbus somewhere over England…

This is a practice run to see how I could write a blog post in Notes and then transfer it to WordPress later. Apparently this might work. It looks like all I have to do is type here, then copy and paste once I have an Internet connection, which technically I could have, but I’m not willing to pay 11€ for an hour of Facebook time.  I’m not sure what font Notes uses, but it’s uncomfortably close to Comic Sans. It’s kind of freaking me out, but don’t see a way to change it here. Argh.

So here I am, somewhere over England at 3:53am CST. I’m flying Lufthansa, and so far it’s been a pretty nice flight. The seats are a bit squished for my liking, and had I not been prepared with sleeping pills, I doubt I would have been able to catch a nap. Even after two Tylenol PM and one regular sleeping pill, though, I was still only able to get a fitful four hours’ nap. The flight computer says we have about an hour and a half left of the flight, so I might try to get just a little more shuteye in a minute. (Note: A couple of days later I realized that I had accidentally taken two Tylenols and an Excedrin, by mistake…no more sleep for me on that flight).

The journey started in NO with a United flight to Chicago, then what ended up being an intensely stressful 20 minute layover in which i sprinted in flip flops, too-loose jeans, and heavy backpack from the end of C concourse to the end of B concourse, straight on to this flight just in the nick of time. We land in Munich, where I’ll have another too-short layover (this time in German, with a passport check point – how fun!) before catching my last flight over to Trieste. There, my friend Katie (you guys know her as The Bride) will be picking me up, and we’ll have an hour or so drive to Lovran, Croatia. I’m tired just thinking that I’m not yet half way through with traveling. It’s all worth it, though.

I’m going to be sharing an apartment with Trinity (Bestie) and her husband for the next few nights. Really looking forward to seeing her again. I hope that she’s at the airport to pick me up, too, but will understand if not. It is her vacation too, after all.

I tried to pack light, and am on the road with a hiking pack (not a huge one, but bigger than the average daypack), and a messenger bag for a purse. I’ve got two dresses, one pair of shorts, two pairs of jeans (three if you count what I’m wearing), a few blouses, six tank tops, three t-shirts, a yoga outfit, and a pair of pajama pants. I brought my TOMS, a pair of heels, and both pairs of Sanuks. I’m planning to lighten my load along the way, so I only brought old underwear, my least favorite pj pants, etc. I probably should have done the same with my shirts, but most of them are brand new from last weekend’s 40% off sale at American Eagle. As The Man pointed out before I left, a large portion of my traveling weight is my electronics: two phones, iPad, camera, electric toothbrush, Clarisonic face brush, and a host of connectors and adaptors to keep this show on the road.

According to the computer, we’re over Germany now. I’m going to sign off and get my gear sorted for landing. Ttfn!

3 Days Later (or “Attack of the Parents!”)

I’ve decided I’m not going to just let this blog slide (much, anyway) because I’ve reached my goal age. I’m still not at my goal weight, so let’s keep going. Today’s going to be a very interesting day, to say the least. To start it off…

Today’s Weight: 154.8 lbs

The scale said 154.6 lbs the first time this morning, and I was psyched, but then it climbed back up that extra notch every successive weigh in. That’s OK, though. I think the last time I hit 154 was two years ago around this time of year. This time it’s staying off.

Now what about today is going to be interesting, you ask? My parents are coming to town for a visit. This kind of situation can be weird, fun, and a little stressful even in the best of times, but what makes this quite singular is that my parents have never visited me before. They did come into town for a day to drop me off at college in 1999, and they also came back into town for a day to see me graduate in 2003, but other than those two days, nothing in all these years. I’ve lived in New Orleans for a little over 9 years now, and with a 3 year lay-over in Chicago, and they’ve never just come to see me and hang out. They hate the city and everything about it.

To be fair, I only tend to go home once every couple of years lately, since I happen to not believe in going broke to go on vacation to a split level in the middle of nowhere, with no activity around for miles and no car to get to that activity, even if there was something. In fact, I haven’t laid eyes on my parents for two years, so this is going to be interesting. They never did seem to be able to recognize me at the airport, so I’m sure it’s going to be another awkward reunion.

On top of this, my mother has never flown a commercial airline flight before. The last week was peppered with weird questions that most people in the Western world have known the answer to for years, like, should I put a lock on my bag? and, Why CAN’T I bring a drink with me? There was also a frantic last minute search on my part to make sure it was definitely OK to bring along homemade sausages for an in-flight snack. It turns out it’s not against the law to bring them, as long as they’re wrapped securely and go through the x-ray like everything else. I didn’t have the heart to bring up the fact that everyone within nose-shot was going to hate them for opening up stinky sausages in a closed space. It’s just so frickin’ weird when people bring along meals from home for their flight, not to mention how odd it is that a 2 hour flight would create the sense of desperation that they might starve. Are my parents hobbits?

They’re going to freak out at how little I eat in comparison to them. They’re also going to freak out about lots of things – people, cars, tall buildings, prices, loud noises, rude staff, no parking spaces, having to walk places…

I’m hoping this weekend will be good, but I’m very short tempered when it comes to listening to complaints. I don’t know if I’m going to hold up under the strain of both parents. I’m not that great of a tourguide. We’ll see. I’m hoping to get them out of the city for much of the trip.

The worst I’ve yet to describe, though. The worst? I’m introducing my parents to my boyfriend’s parents. Alone. No boyfriend – he’s away on business and couldn’t get home in time. The other set of parents is awesome. They live here, so they know how the city works (and doesn’t). They’re also used to urban spaces, having originally come from Long Island. They’re pretty normal in all the ways my parents aren’t. Not that it’s bad to be different, just that it makes it harder for me to figure out a common ground. I wish Dan was here, or that I could just not introduce them and wait for it to happen later. But it might be years before both sets of parents are in the same place again, so that just isn’t feasible.


I’m going to go pour myself a cup of watery soy yogurt and an iced coffee, and get some real work done while I dread 11:40am.

Catch you guys on the flip side; wish me luck. I have a feeling I’m really going to need it.