Last Thursday was my anniversary, a day which to me is always like a honeymoon. My wife and I have enjoyed many celebratory trips over the years, some of which were particularly memorable. This week, we carved another memory.
I remember the best of our anniversary trips. I’m not much for presents or flowers because they become like obligations and quickly lose their meaning the longer you are married. I make up for it by taking my bride on a special trip each year. One of our most memorable was to Florence, Italy. Another was Bermuda. This year, my wife wanted to stay close to home because of a family obligation we have coming up next week. She picked beautiful Fernandina Beach, Florida.
Now, how bad could it be? We had a magnificent suite on the top floor of a hotel right on the ocean. We planned a fabulous dinner at a Spanish/Portuguese restaurant in town. What a great place to stay, right?
When you travel a great deal, one would expect a few snags here and there. We once booked a cruise where a man fell overboard and we spent three days in search and rescue, missing two ports of call. We flew to a top-notch resort in the Caribbean, booked by a travel agent, only to discover as we landed that they had not yet finished building it. I was even bitten by a wild dog on while we were dancing in St. Martin! Little things like that don’t bother us. We still had great times.
This time, all appeared to be just perfect. However, if you are familiar with Murphy and his law, you grow to expect a few snags. We arrived early for check-in because I wanted to get some fishing done before we hit the town. The clerk told us that our room would not be ready for five hours, but she had an identical room available immediately on a different floor. We took it.
Indeed, the room was beautiful. After dropping off our bags, we hit the town. If you are old enough, you might say we were ready to trip the light fantastic. And we did. We stayed out half the night like a couple of teens after the prom. When we awoke in the morning, I was sick to say the least. I thought I needed some air, so we went to a great place for breakfast, and the day turned out quite well. But that night, things turned a little worse. I could not catch my breath. I imagined what an asthma attack would be like, but I don’t have asthma. I stayed up the entire night convincing my wife that I did not require hospitalization. In reality, I thought I would just skip all the medical tests and head peacefully for the grave.
By at 6:00 am, we checked out and headed for home. While we were at the front desk waiting to cancel part of our reservation commitment, we discovered the problem. We did not know that the room we had agreed to move to was in a section of the pet-friendly wing of the hotel. I am allergic to cats, and those beautiful accommodations represented a feline zoo to me.
I suppose we will just have to stay married so we can enjoy many more anniversary trips, hopefully while building more favorable memories. I can handle search and rescue operations, dog bites, and non-existent hotels. Yet, I do enjoy breathing. I am funny that way.
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