Everything is sorted, everything is planned, everything can still go wrong.
Flights are booked, accommodation is booked, and just last week Craig and I booked our train travel in Europe. London to Edinburgh, Berlin to Prague, Venice to Florence to Rome*.
I am ever so excited.
I’m sure train travel in Europe has largely been romanticised but, damnit, it has worked. I am dreaming of watching the countryside roll by. Of arriving into mediaeval Prague in such an old-fashioned method. Perhaps, ideally, it should be a horse and carriage but horses scare me and I’m not that much of a romantic, not really.
All this anticipation is making it very very difficult to be without my passport. Or birth certificate. Or marriage certificate. Any identifying documents of any kind really.
Yes. In order to get my Irish passport I have had to send all my original documentation, all proof of my state-sanctioned-self to … I’m not exactly sure where. Presumably Ireland. Or maybe just Auckland.
It takes six weeks for an Irish passport to be crafted and posted to New Zealand. As of today it has been four weeks since I posted it and we are booked to leave New Zealand in six weeks.
I am getting anxious. Perhaps it will not arrive in time. Perhaps they will lose the whole precious bundle. If that happens I won’t even be able to get a new New Zealand passport because they have all official proof of my existence. All I have is my university degree. And that does not count. The trip will be cancelled and I will melt, thaw, and resolve into a dew.
It can’t happen.
I am sure, Shakespearean hyperbole aside, that it will all be fine. But each Tuesday that passes passportless is harder and harder to take.
In the mean time I will immerse myself in guidebooks. I am sure it will all be fine. I am sure it will all be fine. I am sure it will all be fine.
* Yes. There are a couple of trips missing from the list. It turns out that you can’t pre-book for the overnight train, and booking for the bus from Prague to Munich can only be done 60 days before you travel. So there’s that.