Don’t Call It Bad Luck Too Soon
On Sunday, my husband and I were sitting together buying flights to Brazil for Christmas. There were two options from Milan. One left from the airport close to our home, the easy one, especially when travelling with a small child. The other left from the main airport outside the city, which meant a longer journey, more organisation and a much earlier start.
We went backwards and forwards between flights, departure times and different combinations so many times that somehow, when I finally pressed purchase, I bought the wrong one.
The far-away airport.
I realised almost immediately, and we…
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