My husband travels a lot on business. I used to tag along sometimes, but he often travels with coworkers, or the timing is wrong, or I've got too much going on, so I just don't get to go as often as I used to. But I do pester him about when he will be headed to the Outer Banks again and hint that I'd like to be there when he goes.
An opportunity came up this week to go with him on part of his trip, and he flies so much that I get a free buddy pass to go anywhere he heads to on Southwest, so I packed my bag and headed out for a couple of days oceanside while he worked.
Apparently it wasn't delayed long enough. As soon as the plane took off, the baby sitting behind us filled his diaper up. If the plane was a couple minutes later, the poor kiddo could have been changed before boarding. And the delays were due to storms, so a bumpy flight means everyone stays in a seat belt, which means mom and dad can't take the baby to the lavatory to change him. He was MAD and screamed to let us all know. But he smelled worse than he sounded.
The whole day was turning kinda smelly on us. I got lost at the airport (embarrassing and really, really dumb), but we made our connection. We landed safely before a big storm hit, but the storm caused a delay in unloading the luggage. A 3-1/2 hour delay. Could have been worse, at least we got to land.
There was no internet and I couldn't download a book to replace the one I'd just finished on my iPad, so I had to buy a real book to read while waiting for bags. Which ended up being a happy accident. This was a fun beach read.
And it was short, which was good, because our beach time got shortened too. My husband got a call cancelling our trip, he had to fly to a different city the next afternoon!
Due to the first flight being late and the second one holding our bags hostage for hours, we only had a partial evening after drivng from Norfolk to Kitty Hawk. But we found a restaurant with a covered patio serving frosty margaritas with fresh seafood and live music. Plus, the singer sounded a bit like Rob Thomas. Very nice.
Then I had a walk on the beach the next morning until check out time came along at the hotel. Having grown up spending lots of time in Sarasota, FL with my grandma, I developed a love as deep as the ocean for all things beachy, so a few hours on the sand is much better than none at all and was worth the trip.
All of my collected bits and pieces were just waiting to become a sea fairy. I'd picked up all the right components for a flower petal skirt, and a perfectly shaped head. (I hope she doesn't mind that I gave her cankles and clown feet)
Most of the time, there are happy little surprises lurking for all of us, if we look hard enough and can get past only seeing our troubles. I sure had to remind myself a few a lot of times during that trip. I had some grumbles here and there, but in the end, it all worked out.