I Lost My Travel Mojo in Quebec…or “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers…”
June 16, 2010 § 10 Comments
Right now, I’m sitting in a DC hotel room that overlooks the International Spy Museum. Oh my bags are packed and I’m ready to go… After being on the road for eight days, I’m finally heading home. But this is the second long trip this month – I spent six days in Quebec City earlier, first for business and then pleasure. Good trip overall, although it hastened the death of my already teetering relationship. (Travel will do that, you know. Always good to travel before decisions are made.) Anyway, it’s where I lost my travel mojo.
My mojo is usually good – strong, flexible, even lucky. So I really need it back. I got my first hint that it was missing when we landed in Austin. As we entered baggage claim, I realized that the package I had hand carried the whole trip (it had all my special gifts and souvenirs) was missing. Where did I leave it? Customs in Chicago? The bathroom in Quebec? After panicking (the second sign my mojo was gone) we (yes, there was still a we at this point) contacted the airline and it was returned. I was exhausted and embarrassed – I had left it under the seat. OK, then all is well.
Not yet. When we reached the parking lot, my car was missing. Yep. However, I soon determined that it hadn’t been stolen, it was my mojo again. Wrong lot and we can’t find the right one – we arrived home an hour and a half later than planned – 1:30am.
I see I need to make this quicker…so I need to leave again for another eight day trip to Delaware and DC, and my computer is infected with a virus…and after Delaware, it succumbs completely. I have nothing. Hard to work with nothing. (Oh, by the way, in Delaware, the relationship ended. Long distance. And when I arrive in Delaware, I need antibiotics due to a raging infection. Are you getting the missing mojo stuff now?)
But like Scarlett, I have survived – although not gracefully – due to kindness of strangers. The Austin airport sent a guy with a pick-up to help us find the car. My Delaware host printed my materials and the hotel directed me to a walk-in clinic. In DC, a brilliant IT geek loaned me a laptop and reimaged mine. And my friend Marc Copeland had his first poem published – so envy got me working on one of mine again. (Congratulations, Marc!)
But here’s my question. How do I get my travel mojo back? And is anyone going to Quebec City soon so you can look around the airport for me? I’m sure I left it there.
(By the way, if you want to read grace in action and see how one can truly learn from adversity – without whining – visit Sonya Feyer’s blog. I’m jealous of her too, dammit.)