Ref Camp is on the horizon, and now that things have calmed down a little (Nerd Camp is over, as is my grandma's surprise 70th birthday party), I have time to start worrying about it.
Little brother and I are flying in together, sans parental supervision (woo). Even more exciting and anxiety-inducing, though, is the fact that this is my virgin journey into the world of travel purchases. I don't know what a "good" rate for a flight is. All I have are a few discount codes from teacher unions and student alumni associations, clutched feebly in my hands as the might of the entire travel industry bears down on me. Travelocity? Southwest? US Airways? Hotwire? Seat selection? Rental cars?
*faint*
Today, we did manage to straighten it all out. My dad booked a flight for us a week ago, while I was still herding teenagers...but it took until this morning to realize it would land us nearly four hours after registration for Ref Camp ended. Not great. Long story short, we searched, argued, compared, and ended up with a $500 credit with one airline and new tickets with another, safely arriving at our destination before registration ends. Whew.
The first time doing something new is always the hardest. That means booking a Roman holiday in December should be a breeze, right?...guys?...
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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