From Adventure to Misadventure

Good hello! How are you doing today? Extremely well, I hope.

You know, I had a great time writing last week's post, and could think of no better idea for this week's post than to continue with my funny travel stories. Heaven knows they're endless. It wasn't a good vacation or family trip if you don't have something to laugh about, am I right? So without further ado, here is Travel Mishaps Part 2: From Adventure to Misadventure.

1. Hotel room turned sparring dojo. 

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For my 10th birthday, my parents surprised me with a vacation to Mexico. It was my favorite birthday of all time. But I was a total rascal as a kid. I had a bad habit of hiding places and scaring the life out of people. One night, my sister came back from the beach and walked into our hotel room, which I had made completely dark by turning all the lights off. She went into the bedroom that we were sharing, and as she was feeling around for the light switch, I popped out of the closet and roared at her. Now, I mentioned that I was a rascal kid, but I didn't mention that at the time, my sister was a very angry Tae Kwon Do student with super fast reflexes. It didn't take her more than a second to punch me flat in my face. No broken bones, but I did spend my birthday with a bruised face.

2. Sure, give the pyromaniac a candle lighter. What could possibly go wrong?

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 My aunt and her family live in California. I live with mine in New Jersey. Even though we live on complete opposite coasts, distance can't keep a family apart for too long. So one time, when I was around 7 years old or so, we flew out to Los Angeles to visit them. On a rainy day, we were all cooped up in the house, relaxing and watching TV. Life was good...until the house started smelling toasty. My aunt ran around the house investigating. Opening a door, she found my 9-year-old sister, who had found a candle lighter and just lit a good portion of the carpet on fire. Yes, we're still on good terms with that family. After they got the carpet replaced.

3. Having a prankster for a grandpa is fun. Sometimes.

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When I was 9 years old or so, my sister and I flew out to visit our grandparents in Ohio. On a hot summer night, my grandpa drove me and my sister to the grocery store, and sent us inside to get some food while he waited in the car. After my sister and I finished, we walked outside with our bags and went to find him. Once we pulled out of our parking spot, my grandpa started to drive ridiculously slow. 2 miles per hour slow. He rolled down the windows and started blasting the most offensive rap music he could find just so that he could embarrass us. Let me tell you, it was embarrassing. This was a small farming town in the heart of Ohio. Not a place typically known for loud and heavy rap music, especially in the middle of the night. Each and every person in the parking lot was staring at us with the most disgusted look on their faces. And my grandpa made us pass by each customer, with the windows rolled down, while driving as slow as humanly possible. He wanted to make sure that everyone could see who was playing that god-awful music. Because after all, no one would believe that little ol' grandpa would have that kind of stuff in his music collection. 

Oh, the joys of traveling. At least I have funny stories to tell my kids. If you liked this post, leave me a comment! See you next week!