10 days from now, we’ll travel to London, from there to other parts of England, and then on to Scotland and Ireland.
At least, that’s the idea. I haven’t reserved a single hotel room, booked us on a flight or rented a car.
Partly, I just don’t have a lot of time to sit down and plan out the requisite details for the trip. And partly, it’s because the details for this particular trip are turning out to be pretty darn complicated.
We want to see 18 different sights, in 9 different cities, set in 3 different countries, in 17 days. It’s a lot to coordinate — lots of hotels, driving routes, train schedules, flight schedules, ferry schedules, car rentals — and then when you add in the fact that some attractions are only open on certain days, it suddenly becomes like one of those logic puzzles where Jane can’t sit next to Tom and only wants to sit next to someone taller than she is whose birthday is on a Wednesday.
Today, I thought I had it all figured out, only to find out that a train ride we wanted to take happens to be sold out on the day we wanted to go. So, I’m back to the drawing board, and fighting frustration and exasperation with the whole process.
I know I’ll get it all figured out, and I know we’ll have a great time. But the clock is ticking, and I’m feeling the pressure.