“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses”
I loved this article about people who constantly complain while traveling. It reminded me of a recent train trip where we ended up being stranded on the tracks for an hour without power (read: no cafe service or A/C) while our crew helped another train that was having technical difficulties. In the end we ‘donated’ one of our engines to the other train, which then resulted in a further 30 min delay at Union Station while a replacement engine was coupled to our train.
Most of the passengers spent the delay time complaining loudly into their cellphones and calling Amtrak to demand a refund for their ticket price. I wasn’t terribly pleased to be delayed, but I found it far less unpleasant than say, being gridlocked in LA traffic during the summer heat. I had plenty of reading material on hand and spent some time peeking over the seat at an adorable baby and her mother. Of course I’ve had my fair share of travel frustrations over the years. When the weariness hits, it’s so difficult to continue to be nice. I get that.
But I have to say, that travel continues to amaze me. That I can fly, train, sail, or drive to so many amazing regions of the world. That I get to try new-to-me foods. That I get to people watch. That I get to smell and listen to and immerse myself in new places. It’s really one of my very favorite pastimes. And I think (though feel free to correct me)…you’ll hardly ever hear me complaining.