CroatiaLaurie Mitchell

Scratch London, We're Off to Croatia

CroatiaLaurie Mitchell
Scratch London, We're Off to Croatia
 
Makin' friends, learnin' Swedish....  Those carefree days seem so far away.

Makin' friends, learnin' Swedish....  Those carefree days seem so far away.

 
I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.
- Thomas A. Edison

It almost seemed too easy: Spend days researching Ireland vs. the UK, find a decent Airbnb, make flight arrangements for myself and Mango.  I fell asleep last night slightly comforted by my plan to go to London for a week, followed by a road trip around the UK and Ireland until I could return to the Schengen Area at the end of November.  You can imagine my disappointment when I called Scandinavian Airlines this morning to reserve Mango's spot in the hold (because one must first purchase the ticket to book a pet, a real Russian roulette since the hold could be full) only to be told that no airline is permitted to bring pets into the UK or Ireland.  To bring a pet into either country, one must make arrangements at least a week ahead with a cargo company, which costs a whopping $1,500.  Well, isn't that nice??  Time for Plan B.  Oh wait, there is no Plan B, and now that you mention it, there was barely a Plan A.

I scrambled to find other options to get Mango from Sweden to the UK.  Channel Tunnel?  One-way car rental or chauffeured ride from Paris to London?  Train??  None of the options were pet-friendly, affordable, or available, so I stepped away from the situation and made the executive decision to change my destination.  And voilà, just like that I decided to head to Croatia.  It has always been on my travel bucket list and besides, it was cheaper/closer than Canada.  So Mango and I are now headed to sunny, Mediterranean Croatia, which looks beautiful from the pictures.  Thanks to this being Croatia's off-season, I had a ton of nice and affordable (not to mention pet-friendly) options through Airbnb, so I am definitely looking forward to warmer weather, this thing called sun, and an Airbnb with windows.  I have decided that I will take this time to decompress, reflect on what I've learned, and plan next steps.  (At this point, I am leaning toward a move to Canada and couldn't be more thrilled.)

Tomorrow Mango and I head out again into the unknown, and hopefully I'll get a good night's rest tonight.  Because last night I tossed and turned in worry over what to do with the random stuff I brought with me to Sweden, like the, um, nice flatware and bedding I dragged here for no good reason (WTF, Laurie?).  I have decided to give it all away, a sign that I am either cutting ties with material things or lightening the load of a sinking ship.  Hmm, only the future knows the answer to that.