I’ve written before about the Zen of Travel. Having lived in Ecuador and Zambia and NYC, I learned long ago not to stress out when it comes to travel. Things happen, flights get canceled, goats throw themselves in front under the wheels of buses, roads wash out, and no amount of fussing will make it any better.
Yesterday morning the phone woke me. A representative from Continental Airlines informed me that my flight the next day (30 hours later!) was canceled and instead they wanted to transport me to from Hartford, CT to Newark, NJ by bus so that I can get a flight to Greensboro, NC. The ride usually takes three hours.
I was groggy; I said sure, then I went back to sleep. Only later in the day did I realize what happened. I called and confirmed. Weird. So this morning I got to the airport at 8:30 AM for my bus. After a 6 hour ride in traffic, I arrived only to find out my flight was canceled and the next flight will not be available until Saturday (the day after my show in Greensboro).
Not willing to give up, I called Greyhound Bus and booked a seat leaving NYC tonight and arriving in Greensboro about 13 hours later. So I will be a little rumpled when I get there. I’ll sleep during the day and be ready for my 5:00 PM tech rehearsal.
Now I sit in the Marriott Marquis Hotel in Times Square about to have a nice quiet Japanese dinner as I page through my People magazine (that features me on page 80 tee hee) and then I get ready a long ride down South.
What else can go wrong….