Part of this whole traveling thing is learning to know yourself. It is my hope that I’m getting better on the self-knowlege front. For example, I passed up an amazing deal on a Mediterranean cruise because upon thinking about it clearly for, oh, five or ten minutes, I realzed what a terrible idea that would be. (Can you say ‘worse than a repeat of last summer’? I’d be one of those people shuffling into Rome in August with thousands of other people from the same boat to spend six hours there before shuffling back, sweaty and sunburned. Bad idea, Tracy!)
This is why, less than three days after I’d ‘officially’ planned and booked everything, I re-planned and re-booked two portions of the trip. The camping part has been OFFICIALLY erased. It was a bad idea for many reasons, not the least of which was the fact that it probably wouldn’t have saved us very much money.
The difference between the campsite and the ‘cottages’ I rented was $80/night–over six nights. That’s a savings of $480, yes, but then consider that I may need a new tent (the one I own is from college, and that was over eight years ago), the fact that we’d need some sort of cooking equipment, and I’m sure scores of other things from Wal Mart to make our camping experience more comfortable and, well, we don’t really end up with that much of a savings.
Do you know what would make our camping experience REALLY comfortable? To be doing it in a cottage complete with a kitchenette, full bathroom, and queen bed. So that is what we are doing.
Don’t get me wrong–I love nature. Hell, nature is the reason we’re going to all of these places. But I know myself. I’m not the calico-and-corduroy-wearing, not-showering-for-a-week, patchouli-scented wannabe hippie of my youth (oh yeah–I totally used to be that person. Thank god it was before the advent of camera phones or even digital cameras. I have very few photos!) I’m looking forward to getting out into the wilderness, doing some hiking, some beach walking, maybe some sea cave exploration. And then I’m looking forward to a hot shower, a hot meal (with glass of wine), and a soft bed at least eight inches off the ground. That’s who I am now. And that’s ok–as long as I realize it and plan accordingly.
I think this is going to be a good trip.