I believe I have just made my most expensive travel mistake, so far…hopefully ever. At 6am this morning I landed bleary eyed but full of beans in London and hopped on a coach to transfer between airports and fly on to Madrid. While I dozed on the bus, inwardly I was congratulating myself for packing light for a change (only one carry on! only two pairs of shoes!) and for feeling so comfortable navigating through my solo travels. Silly me.
I breezed past sleepy travellers at Stansted to present my boarding pass and passport to the Ryanair attendant at the visa check. “Today is April 5th, yeah?”, he asked. “It is!”, I beamed back at him.
“…your ticket is for yesterday, miss.”
I could not believe it. What a stupid mistake. How much time did I spend triple checking all my details before leaving, and I didn’t notice that I booked a flight for the day before?! Unbelievable. (On the bright side, I would just like the record to show that despite being faced with my own ridiculous stupidity and a bit of travel stress, no tears were shed. As a fairly emotional/teary airport person, I’m proud.)
Luckily, I was able to get squeezed on to the same flight for today (the flight I thought I was on), but I I don’t want to tell you how much that cost. Suffice it to say that it was expensive, even the Ryanair lady felt bad for me, and I could have just flown directly from Ottawa to Madrid for what this trip ended up costing me. It’s an expensive travel lesson…but, I’m still on my way to Madrid, so I won’t dwell too much. Madre mia.
…And for all this fun, minus the botched plane ticket purchase, I have Laura to thank. When my wonderful friend Laura suggested we travel together in April, I wasn’t too sure that I could swing it with my school schedule, but I was keen. Then I decided I’d be able to travel in between my exams (always a responsible decision) and unfortunately Laura found out she was no longer able to take the time off from work (she’s a busy nurse with more responsibilities than I).
So our travel plans together were dashed, but Laura had planted the seed in my brain and I was spending too much time looking up cheap flights (or what would have been cheap if I booked it for the right day)…and now here I am– eight months after coming home from Europe I’m baaaaaack!