Worst. Vacation. Ever.
I'm stuck in San Francisco with useless suitcases filled with shorts, swimsuits and sundresses, my Cancun vacation now just something to be sorted out with Expedia in a desperate attempt to get them to honor the travel insurance we bought and give us a refund.
I've slept four hours in the last 36 only because the airport hotel rushed to get us a room when we passed out like hobos on their couches.
I only get 10 vacation days a year and 3 of them will have been spent in a Kafkaesque nightmare of airport bureaucracy.
The day and money I spent flying to Minneapolis and paying for a rush passport because I realized mine expired a week before this trip just adds to the spectacular waste since I didn't get close to making it out of the country.
The SCUBA certification we got for the trip will be largely wasted along with the $50 we've already spent attempting to get our suitcase filled with SCUBA gear on the various flights we've been on.
We won't be attending the wedding that was the inspiration for the trip.
This is by far the worst travel experience I've ever had. There was nothing to be done to prevent it. Our flight from O'Hare yesterday morning was cancelled due to mechanical failure that caused it to reroute to Orlando then an ice storm cancelled all flights for hours then we got out to San Francisco hoping that would improve our situation but the connecting flight to Cancun was then also cancelled. Then we tried to just get back to Chicago and call a mulligan on everything but that was in turn cancelled. We're currently booked to go home tomorrow morning but I have no faith in that or any other travel for the foreseeable future.
I wish I had just stayed home. I wish I had worked these days so I didn't have to spend my precious vacation time stressed to the mental and physical breaking point. I've cried, had an ulcer, felt like I was going to vomit. Great fucking way to end 2015.