When I finally gave in and paid for my long overdue tropical vacation to the Dominican, I figured something would go wrong. Rarely does anything ever go as planned in my life, it is an actual curse on my family name (or so the story that I made up goes). This is especially true when it comes to travelling. Occasionally things work out properly, but it’s usually when I am with Adam and his uncanny amount of good luck manages to over ride my cursedness.
So of course when I come home yesterday to find a message from Maria, our lovely Flight Centre travel agent, I was not surprised at all. “Chelsea, please call me back immediately, your resort stay has been cancelled, but don’t worry, it’s a good thing”. Pessimist that I am, I assumed I had been placed on the no fly list or that Adam’s habit of looking like an extremist terrorist had caught up with him. As it turns out, I wasn’t right, but we all saw that coming. Actually, our original resort had been shut down due to health reasons, which they were refusing to communicate to Sunquest about. I guess Sunquest decided for the sake of safety not to send any clients there until it was fully resolved. Fair enough, I’d rather not go somewhere on vacation and die. The awesome part is we got upgraded to a different (and much nicer) resort, still in Punta Cana, for free!
While I don’t doubt that many other things will go awry in the next two weeks before we leave, I’m happy to have gotten past the first inevitable change in plans. These things are to be expected and at least I came out ahead this time, ending up with a better hotel for the price of the apparent death trap I was headed to.