While I am a huge advocate for planning well enough in advance to travel in the greatest luxury possible, I am also a greater supporter for taking advantage of an opportunity to live adventure when it arrives, no matter what the circumstantial challenge. Most often these uncomfortable scenarios occur where idealistic desires clash with one’s personal realities involving issues of a financial nature. When these rather imposing situations occur, having access to current on-the-ground information may well prove to be of more value than any savings found through bridling back on allowing these personal desires their fulfilling gratification. In most cases a workable plan is still very doable; such is the town criers latest news!
For more than a year the wife and I contemplated another great escape to Spain, and a new venture into Greece. Our perfect opportunity arrived when she was doing her last summer in Salamanca to complete the Masters Associate program for international language educators that she had initiated the year before, where I remained stateside engaged in a different sort of thrill plan. The entire MA program cost a meager 5200 Euros at the time of this writing.
Without hesitation she called Esperia, an online booking program for travelers, who promptly connected her with ASAP tickets. Through them she booked our plane tickets, our hostel rooms, and secured our general travel itinerary. While she was actually engaged in the classroom schedule, we would be staying in an apartment booked through Airbnb, breakfast and WiFi was advertised as being included.
My own personal objective in being with her was to basically give moral support to her efforts while I searched for a twelve month offshore teaching gig. Since we both had planned to work, we didn’t dare allow that specific aspect to prevent us from doing our share of sightseeing and playing around in general. In our case mixing work and play was to our rich advantage, rather than to anybody’s detriment.
On the fourteenth of June, 2019, we booked a rental car from our town of origin, dropping it off at the local airport. We flew stateside with Delta airlines to Atlanta, Ga, then from there directly to Madrid, Spain. The cost of my plane ticket at the time was 800 dollars, American. I paid for all of this travel while working in a grocery store chain called Ingles, officially employed as a stoker.
I had often wondered exactly how I was going to find the time to make this adventure happen, but when the manager on duty fired me for taking a Christmas holiday that I was scheduled to have off anyway, this unjustified misfortune completely solved all of my problems in regard to traveling. Now I had unlimited time for adventure and general fun, and money was not-a -problem since I had already saved and paid for the extended stay trip in pieces prior to my unfortunate position. Certainly this thankless manager would have a much more difficult experience replacing me as a productive employee, than I would ever have replacing my loss of his dead end, low wage job, when I felt like searching for one!
How is that for dealing with the death of America’s production base over the past 35 years, and all of the outstanding positions of employment that went down the drain with it, eh? When President Trump finally resolves this ever growing crisis, we Americans then might actually have the incentive to remain at home and give our valuable time over to hard labor. Until that new era of prosperity arrives, we can flash ’em all the equidistant finger, and put the magic carpet high on the next available cloud to Seraph Island, and the little known mysterious fortune that lies tucked away inside those luxuriant limestone caverns found in mountains enveloped inside its own tropical oasis. You know, the one with the sweet nectar cesspools, where the native girls dressed in clothes stitched from immaculate carnations and roses love to swim or lie around.