Guest Lecturer: Jentine of My Edit
Dear folks, I’ve snuck away for some much-needed family time. While I’m hanging in the South, here’s a crazy story with a happy ending from my favorite Canadian, the stunning Jentine of My Edit. Once you’ve stopped giggling about her bloating and her travel woes, head over to her blog to find more hilarity. Be prepared to lose at least a few hours to Yen’s amazing style and killer sense of humor. -E
On How Not to Honeymoonby Jentine of My Edit
When Emily asked me to do a guest post about travelling, I knew I wouldn’t be handing out nifty little travel tips. I am the perfect example of how not to travel… I pack at the last minute (far too much, of course), can’t sleep the night before and I eat junk food en route to the airport so I arrive at the destination exhausted and bloated. Actually I do have one tip: Sour Watermelon slices sound NOT be eaten by the handful on the plane.
Instead I am going to do a post about how I nearly went on my honeymoon without my husband, Matt.
Spoiler alert. We’re still together.
It was a long time ago, our honeymoon. Almost 5 years actually… we’re far wiser now. We will never again go to the airport at 5 a.m. the morning after our wedding and find out one of our passports was expired by two months. It was Matt, not me… I just want to clear that up and throw him under that big, old bus. This is a true tory… You can call it our first test of marriage.
And what do you do when you find out you can’t leave the country to go on your prepaid honeymoon? You cry… I don’t remember all the exact details, I was exhausted from the wedding and only had maybe 3 hours sleep but I remember some back and forth which got us nowhere… so I cried. It might have been a blubber. And somehow through all this, I got a piece of paper in my hand with a scribbled number for emergency passports. Who gave it to me? I will never remember… in my mind, he was a magical airport fairy… We were told to wait until 8 a.m. and then we could call the number, so we just hung around the airport….tired, cranky and watching our flight show up on the board as departed… without us. We asked around if anyone knew about the emergency passport deal and we were met with blank stares. Not re-assuring at all. Potentially we were waiting to call a number that could be a hoax.
But it wasn’t. We got our flights rearranged and we went back home where I fell asleep (oh sleep, how I love you!) and Matt ran around getting pictures, signatures and driving back out to Toronto to meet the mystery emergency passport person. We left the next day and still had our honeymoon. A day shorter than originally planned.
I wish I could remember who gave us the number for the passport. I want to thank him for giving us the chance to go on a honeymoon. It also saved me the effort of picking which friend I would have taken to Cuba instead…