… said the psychic.
Next Saturday my husband and I fly to Frankfurt, then on to Paris for an abbreviated visit. We then rail over to Switzerland, where we spend the balance of our days in the company of my parents, who celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary in August.
I am dutifully preparing. The packing list has been completed, 3-oz travel bottles purchased, the pet arrangements confirmed, a few Euros and Swiss francs secured for cab fares, and a pretty journal secured.
I am, however, rather tormented with doubt, and being rather irritable about it.
First, I am not accustomed to being in such close quarters with family. We will be constantly together for two whole weeks. While I have no real issues with my family, we are not terribly close either. So I am apprehensive.
Next, I have never ever been away from home for so many consecutive days. Usually after about 3 days away, I am ready to come home. I want my bed, I want my washing machine, I want my own food, I want my own bathroom. I am actually not a finicky sort, but I like my privacy and I like my nest. The best vacations for me are those where we have a night or two away, and the balance enjoying our home and neighborhood.
Additionally, I don’t like being away from the office for so many days. One of the men at work took a two-week trip last year and spent a month catching up. That is not relaxing!
Too, I understand that Europeans tend to dislike Americans. I am told that they believe we are all fascist pigs who voted for George W. Bush. Silly Europeans! Bush did not win the popular vote! And few Americans would vilify all French people, for example, for electing Sarkozy. Of course, this is probably because most Americans are too ignorant to know who Sarkozy actually is.
Finally, I will miss my dog. If she is not with me, I have difficulty sleeping.
On the bright side, there are lots of new experiences to be had. I will stumble through Paris exercising my rusty French in a terrible American accent – but at least I have a chic haircut! There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I will enjoy the food, be inspired by the surroundings, and vow to return when I have the freedom to spend more than 3 days in the city.
Switzerland ought to be grand as well. If the guides are to be trusted (and I will bet they are), the food will be good, the scenery gorgeous, and the music fabulous. There are lots of things to do, and unfortunately not many of them are to my particular taste, so I will content myself with enjoying my parents enjoy their voyage into year 51 of their marriage!