Heart in San Francisco, Dignity in Canada

So imagine this:  I’m wearing my $11 adorable cruise shoes that I got on clearance from Kohl’s.  I’m on Government Street in Victoria, B.C. on a rocky sidewalk.  I don’t want to be there.  I didn’t want to walk three miles to The Empress hotel in said adorable shoes.  The hotel is almost completely covered with ivy, which freaks me out btw.  I’m afraid the ivy is going to break in and strangle me in my sleep.  I have a thing about it. 

After the three miles and going to the bathroom at The Empress, I turn around to walk back to the ship.  I’m tired, I’m irritated, it’s the last day of the cruise, and my feet are killing me.  I’ve already twisted my ankle on the walk there.  I don’t want to be there, and then I fall.  Not gracefully by any stretch of the imagination.  My sunglasses go flying and I see a flash of panic on a Chinese woman’s face.  Maybe she thinks I’m going to crush her.  My stepmom is so far ahead of me she doesn’t realize I’ve fallen. 

For one brief moment I think of just staying down and getting an ambulance to take me back to the ship.  I don’t.  I get my butt up and keep moving, hoping that the 2 million people standing in front of The Empress hotel don’t notice that a rhinoceros has just fallen.  I almost start crying, but I keep walking until I’m a safe distance away, and then I cry.  My  leg now hurts, my feet feel worse, I hate Canada and their inability to put in a smooth sidewalk, but most importantly I’m embarrassed. 

Yes, I realize that everyone falls, people fall all the time, it’s still embarrassing.  My stepmom waits for me one time before we get back to the ship and I asked her if she wanted to hear how I left a little piece of my dignity in front of The Empress hotel, she did.  She might have felt bad for running off without me, but I couldn’t tell.  She had her tennis shoes on, but mine were already packed and I had said that I didn’t want to get off the ship and go anywhere in Canada. 

I was perfectly content to go to the movie, which was Confessions of a Shopaholic.  I could see Canada from the veranda, and we didn’t dock close to anything so I was happy to stay where I was.  She, however, wanted me to see The Empress hotel because she thought I would think it was neat.  I thought it was a long walk, covered in creepy ivy, and I was ready to get into my comfy clothes.  I was actually ready to just go home and see my kids.

Advertisements

3 Comments

  1. carikelley

    wow, that was a real downer of a story. I’m sorry you fell, and I’m sorry you felt like a rhino. You are beautiful, you know. Inside and out. I’d hug you now, but my arms aren’t long enough. Can you wait a couple of weeks? I’ll hug you when I get closer.
    P.S. Throw “adorable” shoes in the trash. I do believe you’ve gotten your $11 out of them.
    P.S.S. I’m writing Canada a sternly worded letter about sidewalk improvements.
    P.S.S.S. Talking to my lawyer about filing a lawsuit against Canada.He says we might have something.

  2. meandmom

    Awwww….Victoria is so cute though! Don’t hate her just ‘cuz she’s beautiful. 😉

    I remember after college my mom took me on a 6 week Euro-railing tour….she lived in Germany at the time. Anyway….by the time we got to Prague at the end of the 6 weeks….I didn’t care how quaint or how affordable anything was…I was DONE! I’m sure the girls were missing you too!

Trackbacks

  1. George Michael always said, You Gotta Have Faith! « Dealing with Life

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: