I am the queen of 90%. I swear I have Adult Attention Deficit Disorder.
Some examples: Bill and I went to Maui. We get the rental car and as we are leaving the airport he asks which way to turn to get to the hotel. I say "How am I supposed to know? I have never been here". This is followed by him yelling "You have been reading about this place for 6 months but you do not know where to go!!".
I did redeem myself when we went to Hana and I managed to find Charles Lindberg's "hidden" grave.
But, the best was when we spent 2 weeks going through CA. We used to have a beach house in San Diego. Bill was there so I flew from Dallas and I had meticulous plans for the full 2 weeks.
We left SD and hit all tourist stuff along the way I had it timed perfectly that we could go through the deluxe tour of the San Simeon Hearst Castle etc. Then we went to Carmel later that day and had a great relaxing dinner at Clint Eastwood's Hogs Breath Inn. Then....... Bill says "Where are we staying tonight?". I look at him like a deer in the headlights and said "I don't know". Did I mention this was Memorial Weekend????
We spent the next 4 hours stopping at every single hotel and no vacancies. The most scenic 5 miles in USA?? Who knows, we passed them in complete darkness. The worst part was I could hear the waves lapping the beach in places but it was PITCH BLACK! Have I mentioned I HATE water? Scares the crud out of me. To hear it and not be able to see it was particularly harrowing!
about the 15th hotel we stop at gave us great advice. They said the only room we were going to find was at the SF airport. Sure enough, they had openings. The good news was we were not supposed to be in SF until the next day so we got a jump on things. The rest of the trip was perfect.
Sooo.... I am stressing about the 10% I am not thinking about for this trip. I will probably forget shoes or bathing suits or something like that.
Some examples: Bill and I went to Maui. We get the rental car and as we are leaving the airport he asks which way to turn to get to the hotel. I say "How am I supposed to know? I have never been here". This is followed by him yelling "You have been reading about this place for 6 months but you do not know where to go!!".


But, the best was when we spent 2 weeks going through CA. We used to have a beach house in San Diego. Bill was there so I flew from Dallas and I had meticulous plans for the full 2 weeks.
We left SD and hit all tourist stuff along the way I had it timed perfectly that we could go through the deluxe tour of the San Simeon Hearst Castle etc. Then we went to Carmel later that day and had a great relaxing dinner at Clint Eastwood's Hogs Breath Inn. Then....... Bill says "Where are we staying tonight?". I look at him like a deer in the headlights and said "I don't know". Did I mention this was Memorial Weekend????

about the 15th hotel we stop at gave us great advice. They said the only room we were going to find was at the SF airport. Sure enough, they had openings. The good news was we were not supposed to be in SF until the next day so we got a jump on things. The rest of the trip was perfect.
Sooo.... I am stressing about the 10% I am not thinking about for this trip. I will probably forget shoes or bathing suits or something like that.
