Travel Insurance

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I've wanted to go there for so long.  I've stalked airline tickets there for years.  Enough to know that it was no cheaper or less time consuming to get there from Morocco than the States, which is why we haven't gone already.  Then finally, the tickets dropped to the lowest price I've ever seen them.  Which is still ridiculously expensive times six, mind you.  Panic set in.  We need to buy them right now.  Right now I said!

So we did.  About two weeks ago.  We sat in front of the laptop late at night, my husband's face and mine lit only by the glow of the screen.  After all the information was diligently entered by my husband, because I have a tendency to totally completely screw up detail work, we sat there.  

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in…..hit send.

And just like that, and thousands of dollars that we probably or definitely should have used to fix our house that's slowly sinking in the Colorado soil later, it was done.  Now we could relax for about 30 days until the bill arrives and we have to figure out how the hell to pay for it.  Except, I didn't relax.  In an extremely uncharacteristic moment, I picked up a guide book and started planning what to see within the country.  And even more uncharacteristically, I found it.  I totally found it.  Just the right mix of off the beaten' path and overexposed, mandatory tourist sites.  Mind you, I didn't look at the cost of doing any of it.   Or book it, because really, there's only so much uncharacteristic shit I can pull off in one day.  Which might be a good thing.

Because the very next day, after my giddy excitement that we are finally, finally after all this time going there,  guess what happens.  No.  Really.  Guess.  

Insert guessing interlude with Jeopardy music here.

It was the top headline in the news.  Before "Teen's 'Billie Jean' dance wows crowd" was the lead story.  Thailand is under martial law.  And where are our tickets to?  You guessed it, Thailand!  Wait.  Weird.  This seems so familiar.  Because this is what happened right before we went to Egypt.  And this is probably why we should buy travel insurance.  But also probably why no one would actually insure us.  Because, rest assured, I have a seriously bad case of wanderlust and an even more serious case of bad timing.  

WARNING:  If you know me or my kids in real life, please note, we have not told them yet!

And if you mention any of this Thailand business in front of them, we'll make you tell them that there will also be no Christmas presents this year.  And that there's no Santa.  And all about the birds and the bees.  

No, no this Christmas, we're giving the kids the gift of not knowing whether we're coming back from our vacation alive.  Again.