My first airplane ride was to Tahiti for my honeymoon. I had a good leash on my nervousness because every time I looked out the window I saw I little blinking red coastal light. After a couple of hours my new husband asked me how I was doing. “Great! If we crash I can get us to shore.” After all, I had been a lifeguard in high school.
At his expression of disbelief I leaned forward so he could look out the window and see the blinking coastal light. “See? We’re hugging the coast of Mexico.” When he finally stopped laughing, he explained that light was the wingtip light.
Well, I’m much more savvy about flying these days. As I get ready for “the trip of a lifetime” I’m not nervous at all about the seventeen hour flight time. After all, I’m finally going to see the pyramids I studied about in sixth grade. To get ready for this trip I’ve seen a travel doctor–enough times that you might think we were dating to look at my calendar. I’ve had six shots and four more to go, as well as live virus typhoid sitting in my refrigerator for when I get up enough nerve to swallow it.
My travel buddy and I went with another friend to Mexico last month as a “trial run.” The challenge was to avoid all medical scenarios beginning with “travelers.” I’d been practicing at home–without much success–washing my hair without getting water in my mouth and brushing my teeth with only bottled water. (Heck, I saw Sex in the City!) I should have gone to Mexico sicker than a dog based on my practice skills.
But when it’s life or toilet, you do pay more attention. Only one time did I forget about the toothbrush and, at my scream, my friends rushed bleach to the bathroom so I could rinse my mouth. Thank goodness the hotel delivered liters of purified water to our room every day. I forgot to take the steri-pen, which I’d purchased for the big trip. Didn’t get to practice there, but I practiced when I got home. (Uh-huh, wing tip light.)
We’d all been eating healthier this year and took advantage of the kitchen in our place. I had despaired of a week without salads, but we found organic lettuce and decided to take a chance. Actually we were able to purchase many organic vegetables and a produce cleanser that the grocer guaranteed would remove 99.9% of the bacteria.
Good thing our little apartment had seven sinks. We had lettuce and veggies soaking the requisite 20 minutes in every one of them. Through three rotations! But it was worth it. Of course we all took little capsules of activated charcoal, which snags toxins in your digestive tract. Nobody got sick and we ate very well and even managed to lose weight.
I’m going to bask in that success before I share the latest self-inflicted hurdle to the big trip. It’s way better than the wingtip light. And it all started when I saw Sex in the City 2.