If travel agents still had any hope of gainful full-time employment, I’d be changing jobs right now.
I just planned a two-week trip to Sicily for 9 people featuring…
- Coordinated airfare from three different departure cities
- An itinerary with five stops
- Two private villa rentals
- Private transportation everywhere on the island
In one week flat. Booked and paid for. For almost $1500 less per person than everyone budgeted. And, I might add, I did it in the “spare time” left over from my 60-hour-a-week job. Spare time in which I also serve as a construction manager for my house and a special events planner for my bosses.
So why did I do it? It wasn’t for me. The vacations I give myself rarely exceed four days and usually don’t involve more than someone’s spare room and a whole lotta beer. I haven’t been on a two-week vacation since my honeymoon three years ago.
I did it for her – duh:
She turns 60 next month, and she deserves the trip of a lifetime to celebrate. So I’m taking her to her homeland, per her request. With her friends and family. In style.
(but the smart kind of style – not the kind that puts you in the poorhouse!)
Someone had to do it for her, and I’m glad it could be me. Since we won’t be back until May, I’ll save the jaw-dropping pics of my family’s ancestral seaside home until then: the sparkling turquoise water, the pristine white sand beaches snuggled between jagged rock outcrops, the ancient stone villages frozen in time.
For now, we’ll just focus on how awesome Margie – a.k.a. “Munga” – is, and how worthy she is of my overtime.
(and I won’t even get into the raising-us-on-her-own-when-she-was-widowed-in-her-30s thing…)
You get it? Worth it.
Hopefully your kid will feel that way about you some day.
Happy last month of your 50s, Munga – you’re going to Sicily…