Our holiday trip to England is getting a little more dramatic than we bargained for. A volcano outside of Eyjafjallajokull (the paper says it’s pronounced ay-yah-FYAH’-plah-yer-kuh-duhl … yeah sure it is! ) in Iceland is throwing up enough ash in the air over the Atlantic that they have canceled flights in and out of England until Saturday. We are supposed to leave late Monday so unless things calm down in the next day or so we could be out of luck.
Yes, I have insurance on the flight and the first three days hotel. We would only be out of pocket hundreds instead of thousands of dollars for train tickets, etc. that are non refundable.
Talk about something you can do nothing about. We have decided that:
- I’d rather be stuck at home than crashed in the Atlantic,
- I’d rather be stuck here than stuck there,
- I’m so grateful that I can afford to be inconvenienced by International Travel.
Julie and I haven’t had the opportunity to travel much. We haven’t been on a holiday of any kind since the time we flew out to PEI in 2001; September of 2001. We were flying home on September 11, 2001. That was an awful, unforgettable plane ride to be sure. We were very nearly stranded in some small town in Maryland for three days.
If things don’t get worked out I know what I will do. We can still fly to Iceland apparently so I am going to go to Iceland and I am going to do something nasty in a volcano. Nuff said.