I would say I'm a bit "high-strung" when it comes to travel. Chris is much more relaxed and easy going.
For phase one, anyway.
We've got this nice little agreement where I get to throw the fit and be a terrible person during pre-travel, because I know Chris will take over during actual travel.
I like to be at the airport at least an hour early. And typically an hour for me really means three. If I'm not two hours early, I'm late.
Once inside I treat every line like it's a competition and want to get through them as fast as possible. I almost always choose the "wrong line" and then will proceed to torture myself by staring at the other lines declaring, "I knew we should have chosen that line!" It's a great game, you should try it sometime!
I speed walk everywhere in an airport and get annoyed with anyone taking their time. You know those people on a terror running over the elderly with their roll suitcases? I'm ten steps ahead of those people.
And then when it comes time to get on the plane and get a seat, I hate when children sit behind me. And they always do.
Moms, I know your kids don't mean to kick my seat. And I know you're stressed to the max just traveling with a child, but the thing is once I get onto a plane now I'm traveling with a child too. A large man child.
Because we've just entered phase two.
My time of complaining is officially over. It's now his turn. He'll start by reminding me several times that plane seats aren't made for people of his size. Then he'll say "we have to be on this flight for HOW LONG?" over and over as if he didn't check the flight schedule before boarding. And he'll proceed to stretch out his legs as far as they can't go numerous times during the flight so he can show me how uncomfortable he is. Numerous. Times. "Look Tay, look how cramped I am. Do you see? LOOK. LOOK AT ME."
He also has to have the window seat so he can rest his head against it, it's "literally the only way."
And he can't have the middle seat because of that size problem again.
Chris is the most selfless person I know. Until we get on an airplane. The laws change in airtime and he becomes Airplane Chris. All bets are off.
In all honesty, we make a great travel team. There's no one I'd rather see the world with. (Except perhaps Harlow.) Chris is spontaneous and an adventurer, and he's full of useless facts about every country and their historical landmarks. So he makes me learn things when we travel, rather than just drink beer in local pubs. I think that's a good thing.
And on that note, we're off. See you next week, America!
*And a big shout out to Mike for staying at our house for the week! Please don't throw any parties. Just kidding, do whatever the hell you want. Except please don't drink the bottle of tequila we have signed by Lil Jon. I worked hard for that.