Something must be wrong with me.
For the past six months I've known that I would be traveling to Copenhagen next week. For the past month, I've been contemplating extending that trip to Croatia. And for the past two weeks, I've gotten it into my mind that I must stop through Paris for dinner at Robert et Louise and baguettes from Stephane Secco.
The problem is: I can't seem to get myself to "pull the trigger" and purchase the tickets.
And my scheduled departure is next Sunday, June 15th.
Okay, travel procrastination is my specialty. It seems that I never purchase tickets more than three weeks out - even if I've known I would be traveling for months. Maybe that commitment is too finite. Maybe I like to fly by the seat of my pants. Maybe I'm just foolish.
I've been told that our accommodations in Copenhagen have been secured. Old friend Nik will be hosting me in Zagreb and I'll probably stay at the same place in Paris I did back in February. It's all happening but I can't seem to actually buy the ticket - and the deadline for the fare I've reserved is fast rushing towards me.
Could it be that I subconsciously don't want to go? Or could it be the American Dollar's horrific exchange rate with the Euro? The bills from my last trip to Europe can only be described as a "bloodbath." One money exchange place offered me thirty-five Quid for one hundred dollars and I've been scarred ever since.
I must have checked flights four times this week alone and each time I stop short of clicking "purchase itinerary", what is it that's holding me back?
Tonight will be now or never. Past tonight and we've broken the 7-Day Fare mark and the price of flights will skyrocket to a rate that I can no longer afford.
I'll let you know what happens.