I Love Traveling

I was on some random formspring and the question was "What is you worst travel experience?" and the lame-o answered with "I don't have one"

Well, I thought it was a good question and since I can't just let a good question go to waste, I'll detail my worst travel experiences because, of course, I have a handful.

JESSICA'S WORST TRAVEL EXPERIENCES (imagine that flying in over a starry galaxy image in yellow text then zooming out)

I went to this one camp in Muskoka when I was 12 years old and it's about an 8 hour drive from where I live. My family drove my friend and I up and, of course, we ended up getting lost. Not only did it take us over 9 hours to get there, my family decides that since we're already late, why don't we do some sight-seeing (and make us even MORE late).
So we drove around Muskoka or Bracebridge or wherever, stopped at a canoe store, sat in a huge chair and took pictures, then decided to find this camp. My friend and I were over two hours late, everyone was already down at the lake doing orientation or something, and we had to go through the woods finding our cabin (while carrying all our luggage). It was no fun.

Fast forward to summer 2007. My dad and I went to New York for some bonding (Jonas Brothers concerts heh). One the way there, I didn't have a seat next to my dad but rather, next to a white woman who smelled like Chinese food and was wearing a Christmas sweater (it was August, mind you).
On the way home, I was again not seated next to my dad but next to a lady who complained the entire time then spilled her alcoholic drink all over me.. and my white shorts. The turbulence were awful.

December 2007, I flew to Pennsylvania to visit some friends but it had to be a connecting flight, stopping in Chicago. On the way home, the flight was delayed in Pennsylvania. Once I got to Chicago (from PA), the flight to Detroit was delayed. Then delayed again. Long story short, I sat in two different airports, alone, for a total of 12 hours when it should have only taken me 2 hours to get home. And, it only takes just over 5 hours to drive to Pennsylvania. Oh, and the little 12 year old boy I sat next to on the plane read his book out loud. That got obnoxious fast.

May 2009, coming home from Florida, we'd bought these large tubes of bubbles earlier in the week and I didn't use mine, so I had them in my carry-on. Of course I was stopped at security and they said I had to throw out the bubbles AND my Body Shop body butter (papaya, hellllo) and I was like 'No, I'm not throwing them away" and my friends were getting frustrated because they didn't want to miss the flight but I'm stubborn and went back to claim my bubbles and the lady said I had to pay $15 to claim my bubbles and put them on the plane. I was like "WTF, THESE COST ME ONLY $0.99!". So I calming made a scene and they put the bubbles on with no additional charge. Just made it back in time to catch my flight home, too.

Now I have an urge to travel.

ps - Happy week late belated Birthday to me :)