I’m at A Life Overseas today, describing another travel fiasco in which I was the one completely at fault. I felt so stupid, to say the least. Especially because I have previously been feeling pretty smug. Go figure.
We’re expats and we fly a lot. Right? We can fill out a lot of immigration forms with our eyes closed, have passports stuffed full of visas. We can use several different currencies, even in a single transaction. We know how to pack liquids, how to sail through airport security lines, what kinds of snacks work best on long haul flights. We know just how much medicine our babies need in order to sleep (or was that just me?) We can navigate airports no matter the language and can use whatever type of toilet is available, with or without TP, water, or walls.
We’re expats, international travel is what we do and we’re totally calm about it. Or at least competent.
That’s what I thought.
I recently spent a month in Europe. Two weeks in Italy, a few days in the Netherlands, and two weeks in the UK. In Italy and the Netherlands I was on my own. By the end of those two weeks I was feeling pretty confident. Like, hey-hey, I’ve got this European travel thing down. On top of thirteen years of doing the African travel thing, I considered myself savvy.
Then, I flew to London. Here, I thought, is where I will really shine as an expert traveler. Everything will be in English! It will be so easy!
Read the rest here: Savvy Expat Traveler or Overconfident Traveling Idiot?