Last night my husband broke into one of my nightly monologues (I feel the need to narrate everything that has happened that day to him, since he travels quite a bit for business) with this, “I know you’re really excited about our December vacation, but I honestly don’t really care what you decide we’re going to see. You’ve always chosen good places, I’ve loved all of our travel. I’m sure this will be wonderful as well.”
Dude. Buzzkill. I know that half-an-hour on this hotel vs. the other hotel might seem like overkill to the uninitiated, but I love figuring this stuff out.
I love travel. I love exposing my kids to travel. I love that my family is absolutely insufferable when watching the movie European Vacation. I know that sounds snotty, and I don’t mean it to. I put a job’s worth of time into getting the most out of our travel, because goodness knows that we’re not at an income level to be able to just throw down the Visa card whenever a place strikes our fancy (case in point – Australia and New Zealand. My kids are DYING to visit those two and we have not been able to find a way to swing it as of yet. But, you know, goals are good).
Because we are not independently wealthy, we pay close attention to sales, promotions and airline points. It is those airline points which are today causing the ridiculous headache, and I have vowed they WILL! NOT! WIN!