Somerville, Mass – Back in the pink house now, we were chatting about our trip and a friend asked “So, did you have any really good travel disasters?”
Daddio and I looked at each other and shrugged. “Not really…”
Awkward silence. Really? Everything went so smoothly that you can’t come up with one good disaster story?
Well, there was that time that we were counting iguanas in the trees and V stepped through a gap in the bridge, almost falling into the raging river below. (But we did count 33 iguanas.)
And that time we were watching the sunset and V fell off the sidewalk and almost tumbled down the side of the mountain. (But it was a lovely sunset.)
And the time that S imagined he got stung by fire ants.
And a couple days later when he imagined he got stung by a jellyfish.
And the time that I really did get stung by a scorpion.
Okay, so we had a few almost disasters, and a few imagined disasters, and one very painful incident with no longer-term consequences. I’ll take that over a really good disaster any day.
