I don't seem to have personal disasters on my vacations, but they seem especially ill-timed when it comes to the rest of the world... in 1989 my vacation to Hawaii was scheduled to begin on Oct. 18, the morning after what turned out to be the Loma Prieta earthquake in central California. We were on the 2nd plane allowed to fly out of SFO the next morning, then spent our 10 days on the Big Island glued to the TV trying to follow what was happening back home.
In 1992, a trip to Disneyland for my son's 5th birthday was made especially exciting by another earthquake (the Landers) which we rode out on the 9th floor of the Disneyland Hotel.
A 1997 a trip to the Pacific Northwest coincided with the death of Princess Diana.
In 2001 I journeyed to New York City and enjoyed a fabulous dinner at the Windows on the World restaurant in the World Trade Center on the night of Tuesday, Sept. 4, one week exactly before 9/11.
In 2005, my long-dreamed-of first visit to New Orleans was interrupted by a little hurricane by the name of Katrina, and I never even got to see it before it was devastated.
Michael Jackson died at the beginning of my Yosemite camping trip in June of 2009.
Last year I somehow managed to schedule a trip to Lake Tahoe at the exact time the Republicans decided to shut down the government...
Do you think the universe is trying to communicate something to me? Like STAY HOME? Urggh.
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