I am sure it will all be fine.

Sunday: travel books at the library

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.

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8 comments

  1. suzy · March 13, 2012

    oh no, train travel has not been over-romanticized. it is exactly as exciting as you are excited about it being. SO JEALOUS!!! HAVE FUN.

    • Sarah-Rose · March 22, 2012

      It may have been entirely your blog that made me push for train travel. I am so excited.

  2. Brideyidey · March 13, 2012

    It will definitely all be fine! Waiting for passports/visas etc is always hard but you’ve still got heaps of time.

    Train travel is wonderful. My favourite part was arriving at the train station in Bratislava on the second day of our trip and wondering which country to go to that day. Awesome!

    One word of warning – when I was in Prague three years ago the train station was so disgusting. Hopefully it’s improved since then but just in case it hasn’t you can be prepared.

  3. Tara · March 14, 2012

    Oh now I want to travel again!!! Just seeing your books is enough to get me looking at flights to wonderful locations.

    I’m sure it will be fine.

    • Sarah-Rose · March 22, 2012

      I think planning & anticipating the travel is (almost) half the fun!

  4. Annie Bananie · March 14, 2012

    I love train travel in Europe, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it 😉 I also feel super insecure when I am without my passport or ID, and I am very paranoid when I have to send originals of important documents by mail, so I know how you feel 😦

    • Sarah-Rose · March 22, 2012

      I was SO freaked out when they arrived back in a DLE envelope – I’d sent them off in an A4 one. But thankfully they’d just folded them!

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