I’m in the early planning stages for my next trip and thinking about what I need to take and leave behind. This will be my first travelling trip in a long-ish time.
By travelling trip, I mean one in which I won’t arrive at my destination and pretty much bask (lounge, sloth, hangout) at a family member’s house.
So when I read the title What not to do with your valuables when travelling, I had to visit Travel Tales of Life where I know Sue always provides a good read.
Her hilarious tale inspired me to write about one of my ‘lost items on holiday’ experiences. And I have plenty.
Like Sue’s mine is about what not to do. Although sadly it doesn’t involve hugging European gentlemen.
It was many years ago, my cousin Dianne and I were travelling with my parents to Las Vegas. This was to be a grown ups only trip (meaning no pesky little brothers needing babysitting). Dianne and I were old enough to comport ourselves on our own around the pool and in the hotel room. Back then there wasn’t much else for kids to do in Vegas. Oh how things have changed. There’s plenty for kids to do in Vegas, but there’s probably nowhere left in the US that parents would leave their not-yet teen daughters alone to amuse themselves all day and most of the night. These were truly more innocent times.
One afternoon we went to the movies. This was probably a ploy to give my parents a break from gambling. They ‘sold it’ as a treat for us. Dianne and I decided to get dressed up for the treat. I brought out a beautiful shiny red (still my favourite colour) clutch purse that I had borrowed from my mother’s best friend, Mary O.
At the end of the movie, as we went to leave I discovered that the purse I had so carefully laid on the seat next to me was no longer there. I still remember the panic and loss I felt.
We searched the rows in front and back of ours, we went back twice during the week, to see if someone might have turned in the purse even if they had kept my money.
But no luck. I lost all of my remaining vacation money (which my soft hearted dad replaced).
I also still remember how terrible I felt having to explain to my mother’s friend that I had lost her purse. And that I would baby sit for free for the rest of the summery to make up for the loss.
I was lucky, Mary O didn’t take advantage of me and turn me into an indentured servant that summer.
Not so lucky were Dianne and I when on the day before we left Vegas for home, we each spent all of our remaining vacation money on chocolate bars, which we consumed all that day and into the night. If I remembered the discomfort of that sugar and chocolate hangover as viscerally as the horror of the lost bag, I probably would no longer be a chocoholic. But I would probably have lost more bags.
- Don’t take a borrowed purse on a trip
- Don’t put your purse on the seat beside you in the movie theatre
- Don’t eat your body weight in chocolate bars, ever