My vacation has been approved. Because I took about two weeks of vacation just at the end of July up to the first week of August, I was worried that my work would say something about the vacation I requested for this October. I rarely take a vacation and my work surely is aware of that. I have so much vacation hours accrued that I always have to monitor my accumulated hours before I stopped accruing. This always pushes me to take a long vacation, which means out-of-town, or out-of-the-country vacation. Yes, I know it is kinda odd to go back to Europe, to the same city, after I just got back from a 12-day vacation (Iceland, Spain, France), but I just have to go back soon to Paris. Why? I will share that later.
So as soon as I got my vacation approval, I spent the entire week last week searching for the best flights possible. I need to get to Paris after 8 o’clock in the evening on a Friday, and I want a layover somewhere where I have never been. After many sleepless nights spent on searching for flights, I’ve decided to go with Madrid overnight layover on my way back to Los Angeles. I selected the London layover, to Paris, so I could explore the famous Heathrow Airport (I have been in London but never at the Heathrow Airport). I had other good layover options to Paris, but I figured I should have a good rest so I would look fresh when I arrive in Paris. I booked it two days ago, finally. I texted my closest friends, who knew about my crazy idea to go back to Paris when I was just there in August, about my flight itinerary. I was also relieved that I finally booked it, and I could now focus on other things such as events to attend in Paris, and restaurants/bars to try, etc.
This morning, I received an email saying my reservation has been cancelled and I would be getting a credit back on my card. My jaw just dropped. I talked to the site specialist and I was told the flight I wanted wasn’t available anymore. I searched different travel sites, and I couldn’t find the same flight I booked. Needless to say, I have to start all over again. I started thinking it might be a sign that I shouldn’t go at all. My heart is saying I should go. Perhaps it’s a sign that the flight wasn’t for me, and that I would find better flights with better time and layover. I hope so. I remember being excited when I got my vacation approved. I was all excited that I was finally free to book my trip without any doubt that my vacation would actually happen. Right now, I’m still excited, but I just want to move forward to planning for the rest of my vacation and also packing.
So why am I going to Paris when I was just there in early August of this year? During my recent vacation in July/August, we went to Reykjavik, Ibiza, San Sebastian, Bordeaux, and then our last stop, Paris. Well, when I decided to part ways with my friend on our first night in Paris (with only 2 days/nights in Paris on our itinerary), and when I decided on that last day of our trip to explore Paris by myself, I met this man. You see, I have been in Europe three times in the past. This trip I would say was the interesting one as there were many unexpected incidents and negative emotions involved. It was not a smooth vacation (I will probably elaborate more on this later, maybe in a month). I have learned a lot from my experience on my recent trip, don’t get me wrong, but it got to the point that I was regretting going at all. I wanted to go back home asap. It was that unpleasant, but I think I did well in really putting efforts to soothe myself by staying positive, staying at the moment, counting my blessings, and being grateful.
I believe that how I managed the situation led me to meeting this wonderful man. Now, when I talk about or think of my recent trip, I can’t help it but smile. Meeting him made my vacation even more interesting. All the things that went wrong in that trip brought me to him, and I no longer have any regrets. I was exploring the City of Love at a slower pace, with really no plan in mind where to go next, but just trying to enjoy the time I had left and taking my time that last night, and there he was. I don’t know if its the right decision or something good will come out of this, but my heart is definitely saying to take a chance, get to know this man, and go to Paris. Maybe, we can find love while traveling or while we are on vacation? So, for the next two nights, I will be spending hours online searching for the best flights with best layovers so I can take a chance on love..