Wanna know if he/she is The One? Travel together!

Next month The Husband and I will be celebrating nine years of marriage, which is pretty amazing considering all the crazy trips we’ve taken together.  I’ve always said the best test for a relationship is travel.  Trust me, if a couple can survive a bad trip together, that couple can handle just about anything – including marriage.  I’m proof of that.  Don’t believe me?  Here’s an email from The Husband describing a trip to Italy we took three years ago… 

We are here and a little worse off than we expected. Although still in love with Heather, I realize we can not be partners in a travel agency. When we arrived to Stansted airport,  the airline gave us a room at a nearby hotel for a shower and a little rest because we had a long wait between flights.  It was very nice of them.  They must have known the rest of our journey was going to be hell. After a quick shower, Heather and I went back to the airport where she somehow tested positive for explosives at security! That’s right EXPLOSIVES! Needless to say we were given special treatment and in the process I somehow lost ALL of our travel documents except our passports (thank God). I didn’t notice until we were already in flight on our second airline that made Southwest look like the Concorde. Heather told me not to panic because we could just print our tickets at the airport in Venice, which seemed feasible until we LANDED AT THE WRONG AIRPORT!  By this time you can just imagine what it was like being with me. Couldn’t get any worse you say? Fuck yes it could!  We didn’t have Euros and the only ATM in what was the New York version of Islip airport was broken. I had to pay 50 dollars for 20 Euros.  Then we jumped on a bus that took us through Trevisi and past Marco Polo airport – the airport we thought we were supposed to land at.  Eventually we were dropped off in some parking lot.  Figuring we were going to the Jewish Ghetto, I looked for a religious couple out of thousands of people and sure enough found one that was also going to Cannaregio.  But they, too, were lost.  I turned around and Heather is gone.  She’s walking away like she knows where the hell she is. The last thing I needed was to lose her, so I ran after her and the Jewish couple disappears.  I walked over to a water taxi and the guy wanted 90 dollars to take us to hotel which was less than a mile away. I refused to be ripped off for one more cent.  I asked a fireman to show us the way. Heather and I walked what seemed like an eternity over bridges and pitted streets with our luggage until we saw Hebrew writing and Rabbis speaking like Don freakin Corleone. After we finally reached the hotel, we dropped our bags and started eating. During dinner Heather actually fell asleep at the table.  We went to bed a 9pm and got up twelve hours later.  Heather woke up with trench foot and is itchy. All in all we are about 1,000 bucks down in re-ticketing, but we’re laughing. Heather has taken about 1,000 pictures and I haven’t pushed her trench foot ass into a canal yet.