You would think, after all the travelling we’ve done this year, that I would know better. That I would never assume things will always go smoothly. That I would have a contingency plan.
You would think, for example, that when booking a flight from the UK to Florida, I would realize that it wouldn’t necessarily go on time. And if it did happen to be delayed by an hour or four, that our arrival, which, in Florida time, still sounded reasonable, would actually be midnight British time.
So if we had been up since 4:45am, we might be tired-ish by then. So having to pick up a rental car and drive for 2 1/2 hours to our final destination might not seem like such a good idea.
You would think, that being the seasoned travel-planner that I am, I would have just booked us into an airport hotel, or somewhere nearby. Just in case.
Because arriving at your hotel 23 hours after you begin your day might create a few problems – people might get grumpy, or irritable, or so exhausted that their immune systems succumb to the 12 hours of plane-germs and they spend the first three days of their dream beach vacation in bed.
You would think.
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