three days in the garden of good and evil.
i should’ve planned the trip better. i should’ve gone alone or with a different friend. i should’ve handled things — so many things — differently. i can’t tell you why this particular vacation sucked, just that it did. it wasn’t all horrid: the weather was damned near perfect, so i got to take what i think are some lovely photos of some beautiful things, and i got the best kiss of my life in savannah, georgia. BUT, overall, it was miserable from the moment i met my friend at the airport to the moment we went to our respective terminals to catch our flights home. i spent the majority of that weekend letting her unload, attempting to placate and offering advice. a single woman, one who is pitifully unlucky at love, counseling a married woman. it was not a good time for me.
i want to go back. plan it better, choose a better travel companion. see more.
what’s the worst vacation you’ve taken? share it with me!