Seeing as we had now moved our appointment to the following day- we assumed that we could now have a smooth departure.
Dukie and Barbara had kindly agreed to let us stay at their house on the night of the 29th (the night before Steve and I were supposed to leave).
Mom and I had packed MidC into Rex- and we were on the road by 9:00 am. Our plan was to drop MidC off at Christina's house, and then meet Steve and Dad in Guelph for our vaccine appointment.
This portion of the trip went smoothly. MidC meowed the whole way to Christina's (I like to think this is because she knew I was leaving)...and Mom and I were BOILING in Steve's car which had no AC...therefore the windows were wide-open the entire way.
And cue my first set of tears...
Of course dropping MidC off at Christina's was emotional...and so too was saying goodbye to literally the best roommate ever...(Christina... I miss you!).
I knew this had to happen though.
We made to Guelph on time, and got everything in order. After the vaccine, Mom, Dad, Ceilidh and I enjoyed a delicious dinner in the Guelph Arboretum and after saying goodbye to Ceilidh we made our way to Duke and Barbara's. It was SO nice to see them.. and it was an extra special treat to see Alex and Conal too before I left.
After some soup, salad, wine and cheese we went to bed...ready for an early morning and departure the next day.
As many if you know Steve and I had planned to depart for Vietnam May 1st...we had our flights all booked, and we were ready to go by 7:30 that morning...I had woken of up with the strangest feeling though...not the nerves that I was used to when faced with airplane rides...
Though I was sure the 'travel curse' was upon me, everyone had assured me that things would go as planned.
This is when I got 'the call'.
I had taken a shower and saw a voice mail awaiting me in my room...innocently enough I checked it, and what did you know...my flight was canceled. How wonderful (and of course it was the ONLY one that morning...).
Now you see... I am used to this kind of news...so I wasn't ALL that phased and certainly wasn't 'shocked' by any means.
When I came into the kitchen to give everyone else the news they laughed at my 'funny joke'...once they realized I wasn't kidding... it wasn't so funny, and more aggravating that somehow my flights always seem to be canceled.
The worst part was telling Steve...poor Steve who was the most pumped to leave that morning. I pictured him through the phone... his mega smile turning in to a face of utter shock when realizing himself that I wasn't joking.
Alas we would depart the next morning. Things weren't THAT BAD.
In fact I think it was fate that my flight was canceled.
In the madness of the truck not starting the day before, I hadn't been able to say goobye to Tash. Something that sat terribly with me. This way Mom, Dad, and I would be able to make our way to Toronto and have a nice dinner with her.
Dad had to go to the Dental convention the next morning and as such he had a room booked at the Four Season. SO FANCY PANTS!
People literally must laugh at us where ever we go. We roll up to the hotel at get out of the car, amidst women is pretty dresses and high-healed shoes and men is expensive suits. I am lugging around a giant pack, Mom is in her usual jeans and T, and Dad is sporting hiking boots with holes in them and a dry-sack as luggage.
The door-man asked "are you with the Four Seasons?"... and with a 'yes' from us, we trugged in and made it to our room.
It was fancy to say the least. The beds were SO SOFT! At least I knew I would get a goodnights sleep before the big departure.
We met up with Tash for dinner at the most delicious Thai restaurant, and my friend Amanda (who is also traveling to South East Asia) met us aswell.
We had the absolutely best dinner, and Tash introduced us to Allan (the owner of the restaurant), who was building a village in Thailand and began to organize our visit there. This all seemed so crazy. Within an hour we had a driver coming to pick us up and take us to the most beautiful parts of Thailand...it seemed so surreal...I hope it all pans out.
After saying some more 'goodbyes' it was bedtime. The parentals and Tash had figured out a route that Mom and I could take to the Airport the next morning, which meant we didn't have to take the car and pay obscene amounts for parking. I was nervous but excited to leave.
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