The worst vacation ever. It happens to all of us. You go in with the best intentions, go camping like you have so many times with your family and then the dog starts to go crazy digging a million holes…and then the rain starts.
Or there was that time, that you went to Spain with a roommate. You got there and your roommate tells you that she’s out of money, maybe you can lend her some? It’s a good thing that you’re both good friends for the 17-hour bus ride, without a/c. Eventually you tell her that you are going to Mass but sneak off to call your parents from a payphone so that you can tell them just how bad it really is.
Remember that time that you got stranded in Paris for a week. You had to wait to get a new passport because you’d been caught trying to get into Jersey with a passport that had been doctored with Hydrogen Peroxide.
Sometimes the worst vacation happens despite the best research (This would be a good time for me to remind you that I can’t take responsibility for what happens if you follow the suggestions on this website. YOU travel at your own risk. I cannot guarantee that you will have the same experience as me). My dad took us on a “quaint ferry to Bora Bora”. I was 10 when I learned that “quaint ferry” means scarcely sea-worthy and carrying pigs.
Other times, the trip itself would have been fine, if you had only known that the Bhang in that Lassi that you drank while celebrating Holi with your new friends in Rajasthan is the same plant that we call Marijuana.
Worst vacations ever (everyone has more than one, all the ones above happened to me…except one) are wonderful. While it’s happening, all you can think is “how am I going to get myself out of this?” or “Will I ever be allowed to enter the UK again?” And yet, somehow, I have fallen in love with all my worst vacations ever.
It’s true, after that fateful trip, my family never went camping again, not together at least. But, despite that Spain trip (ever had to argue with a ticketing agent to convince them that despite what their computer says, you were in fact born?) Barcelona has become my favorite city.
As for Paris, I’d only wanted to spend three days there and was forced to stay 7, but now I’m thinking about when I get to go back and the things that I want to see and do again.
- Worst Vacation Ever: Spain Edition Days 5-6 Yes, this worst vacation ever had finally reached the halfway point. After 4 days B. and I had only made it as far as Granada (See what I dealt with on days 1 & 2 and 3 & 4) My fever finally broke, and I was able to eat solid food. ...
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- Worst Camping Trip Ever: Northeast Kingdom 2 We were already well on our way to the worst camping trip ever. We'd had our dog decide to destroy the campsite by digging enormous hole after enormous hole. We'd gotten stuck in a non-stop downpour that left us miserable and cranky. We'd managed t...
- Worst Vacation Ever: Spain Edition Days 3-4 My miserable holiday in Spain continues when we arrive in Alicante. Go back to the beginning of my Worst Vacation Ever: Spain edition, or go back to the directory of horrible travel experiences. So far, I've been in Spain about 48 hours. ...
- Worst Vacation Ever: Spain, Days 1-2 You'll have to wait here on the side until I can verify with the computer that you do exist" I knew that this worst vacation ever had finally broken me down. I had been sitting at the Barcelona airport for four hours, waiting to check in to my fl...
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