Do you follow Karen at Sew Many Ways? She blogs about a lot of interesting things and always has great do it yourself projects on her blog.
The other day she shared a vacation story from years ago when her girls were younger and it reminded me of our vacation challenges from 1981. I thought you might get a good laugh from this story.
My sister lived in the Cayman Islands from 1976-1997. During that time we visited the island several times. We would either stay at the Holiday Inn where her then husband, The Barefoot Man, was an entertainer. We got a great employee discount rate or we would visit when she and her family were off the island and stay in their home.This story is from the year we stayed in their home.
It was November and we arrived to beautiful, sunny weather and had 2 days of wonderful beach fun with the boys.
There's nothing better than floating on a raft on 7 Mile Beach. The warm water lapping at your feet.
But then the skies opened up and we had 2 days of non-stop rain. We decided we couldn't stay cooped up in my sister's house with these three rambunctious boys, so I called the airline and bought tickets to Orlando, where we found a cheap motel and stayed for three days enjoying Walt Disney World. So far this vacation is going well until it is time to return to Los Angeles.
|Evan was afraid of every character|
Originally we flew Los Angeles to Miami and on to Georgetown, Grand Cayman. When it came time to return home I called the airline and asked if we could use our tickets to fly from Orlando to Los Angeles, instead of having to go through Miami. Now remember, this is 1981 when the airlines were much more flexible and there were no change fees or anything. The ticket agent on the phone said there would be no problem and so we arrived for our flight back to LAX. "No', said the agent, as I held our sleeping 19 month old in my arms, "you have to buy a ticket to Miami and use your ticket from there to get back to LAX". As Paul tried to negotiate with the agent, Brent (age 6) and Michael (age 4) starting running and playing on the conveyor belts where you check in the luggage. They were having a grand time and they were yelling and giggling quite loudly, too. After 20 minutes of arguing with the agent and the boys driving him batty (and me crying) the agent said, "Take your bratty kids and get your asses on the plane, and don't say I said it was ok". He handed us our boarding passes and we boarded the plane and flew home. Can you imagine this whole scenario now? We would probably be behind bars for tampering with airport equipment, child endangerment and a number of other offenses.
Do you have a funny vacation story? I'd love to hear it.
Thanks for stopping by,