Sunday, May 22, 2011

The marital perils of travel

A rare, stress-free moment at the Nice train station.
My column today only hints at what went on behind the scenes, relationship-wise, on our trip to Italy. Suffice it to say, it isn't just the 9-hour flight that makes us want to wait another 2 or 3 years before trying the whole Europe thing again.

4 comments:

Carol Starr Schneider said...

Rex looks pretty happy in this photo. What drugs is he on? Today's column is hilarious, astute and dead-on. Traveling is hazardous to a marriage, unless you take separate vacations.

Cathy Hamilton said...

Wine. Wine for lunch. Wine for dinner. Wine every hour of the day and night. It's what kept him from killing me. I truly believe this.

Kim from Nebraska said...

Love this. My folks divorced after 42 years but not due to travel issues. But that's another story. I hate traveling and only very grudgingly go with my spouse because he insists. He is 10 years older than I and I am constantly encouraging him to travel NOW, alone or with our dogs, because by the time I retire in 10 years he probably won't be able to travel and I don't want to, and won't be able to afford it then anyway. Go, hubs, go!

Cathy Hamilton said...

Kim, there was a moment when I saw my future flash in front of me and thought, 'Whoa. All that traveling I thought we'd do when we retire in ten years? Now, not so much.' On the other hand, the cruise was effortless and harmonious (albeit expensive, if we would have had to foot the bill ourselves). Maybe that's the reason cruises skew older - those couples aren't up to fighting, anymore