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I'm afraid to fly. D'oh! I know, I know, the theme of this blog is becoming "how did she get anyone to agree to marry her?" I should call it "The Highly Improbable Bride" instead.
Can I get on a plane? Yes. Will I get on a plane? Sure! Will I freak out the moment we hit some rough air? You betcha! On Groomy's and my first vacation together, we were in the middle of our 4 hour flight when the plane hit some turbulence. Groomy was absorbed in his ipod, and was really shocked when he glanced over randomly and saw this:
it was awful, but look how cute my dress was
complete with me repeating the phrase "we're gonna die" over and over.
Thankfully, it was just a few bumps and no one was dying from a plane crash that day. But, as you can see, I have a wee small issue with panic. So the idea of taking a 14 hour flight to go somewhere exotic was less than appealing. Between that, the shots, and hurricane season, it looked as if our dream vacation was going to become a trip to Denny's.
Do you have any fears that altered your travel plans?
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