You just have to laugh: Airport travel

As I mentioned in my Tuesday post my trip to Maine to visit my friend Katie was the most eventful I've ever had...and that says a lot. I travel for my day job and out of the twenty or so trips I've taken this past year, only one has gone smooth.


I could complain, and whine, and ask 'why me?', but what good would that do?


So I laugh. (Though when I travel with my colleagues they don't usually join in with my amusement of my awful travel skills.)


I'm sure you've all got your travel stories, the ones you had every right to kick the dirt and yell up at the sky, but you chose to laugh. You were with the people or in the place (or on your way to the place) you wanted to be and you saw the good in that. I'll share mine and then I'd really love to hear yours.


I left Milwaukee, WI at noon on Friday and got to Minneapolis, MN just fine. The flight from Minneapolis to Languardia, NY went good too and although my flight from NY to Bangor, ME was delayed by two hours, that didn't dash our happy mood of getting to see our friend.

Things got a little frustrating when we left NY and circled over Bangor, ME before having to go back to JFK, NY due to the fog that covered the runway in Maine.


So at 2am Saturday morning we land at JFK and are told the earliest they can get us to Bangor is 7pm on Sunday night. Not cool, since we were flying out at 6am Monday morning.

But...but...they could put us on an eight hour bus ride to get us there. So that's what we took. We waited in the empty airport (with this little bird) until 5:30am and took a not so comfortable Coach Bus to Maine, getting us there at 2pm.

I was quite proud of our thirty six friends that joined us on the coach bus. Most had been traveling all day, 24hours plus, and though we were frustrated there were many more laughs than people going on rampage. After all, it wasn't the airline's fault.

Aside from this huge bruise I got on my arm (there's a matching one on my leg but I'd feel uncomfortable showing that to you) we all came out unscathed. The bruise is because I climbed a fence in fear that the bus only held 36 people and we had 38 that needed a seat and I was determined to make sure I got a seat. Turned out it held 38. Oh well...

The short time we were in Maine was wonderful. I thank those 36 other people that traveled with us for laughing as much as we could. And though I don't want it to happen, I know it will, so I plan on keeping my positive outlook on my crazy travel issues.

So what are you travel issues? I'd love to hear them!