Ten years of marriage? I should probably get a medal for that.
This month my husband and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary. Don’t ask me how we made it this long together because seriously I couldn’t tell you. We’ve had our fair share of tough days over the last ten years. There have even been a few times when I’ve thought about throwing in the towel – as I am sure he has as well. I will be the first to admit that I am not always fun to live with (and neither is he). Like any relationship- there are up’s and down’s. There are days when we drive each other crazy but there are also days that are absolutely wonderful. Days that made me forget about the not so great days. Days that diminished all doubt from the back of my mind and made me wonder how my life could ever be any other way. Looking back I can tell you that growing up together over the last ten years together has taught us both a lot about ourselves and a lot about each other. As has this one trip.
In honor of our anniversary this month, we decided to take a small weekend vaca – just the two of us. My husband brought the idea to me of going to a car show happening over memorial weekend in Louisville, Kentucky – we both thought that it would be the perfect excuse to get away. I had never been to Louisville before – so obviously it was on my list of places I wanted to see. Truthfully, I had no idea what to expect with Louisville, I hadn’t heard too much about it other than that the Kentucky Derby is held there each year – but we decided to just start going and figure things out along the way. Typical craziness ’round here.
As I started packing up my new Ricardo luggage for our long weekend in Kentucky my husband informed me that we would be taking HIS hot rod on the trip. His hot rod has no trunk. No back seat. Even with my luggage’s smaller carry on size, there was still nowhere for it to go but on my lap. That’s ok, I thought – I will just hold it. He suggested I pack a smaller bag, but did I listen? Nope. Sometimes I am WAY to optimistic and I’ll be honest – I simply just wanted to use my new Roxbury 2.0 suitcase again. But I made a mistake. With every bump in the road the weight of the luggage seemed to double and then triple. I tried turning it, putting it under my legs, leaning it on my stomach. Nothing worked and I was super uncomfortable – but did I put on the “It’s not that bad” face? You bet ya! I couldn’t let him know he was right. <– It’s been 10 years – I am not about to fold now. Luckily for me, we had friends going the same way and they offered to haul my bag for me. Thank goodness.
Without the added weight of luggage on my lap, the ride went pretty smoothly – as smoothly as a car with no proper cushioning goes. And after time with the hum of the road vibrating in our ears, we were both starting to get comfortable. Starting to relax. Then without any warning – POP! The windshield was covered with one large burst of a bubble and being a child of the 80’s, I thought for a quick moment that we had been slimed. We made a quick bee-line for the side of the road and surveyed the problem. Turns out a radiator hose had burst and all of the coolant came shooting out, coating the windshield. Our problem: a car without coolant can’t run – well it CAN run for a short period of time, but will end up getting too hot and cause a whole lot more trouble. For a moment in time we considered calling in family to come and rescue us and tow us back home, but in the end we were able to repair it on our own – reattaching the hose, adding new coolant and starting again on our drive. While we were both a bit taken off guard when this happened, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. These vintage cars take a lot of work. Things break unexpectedly. Being prepared with a set of tools is always a necessity.
When we finally arrived at our hotel, we were both tired and ready to take a moment to relax. Road trips in a hot rod can be a lot of work. As I reached the check in desk I was given the news that no one wants to hear after driving seven hours in a rough and rowdy hot rod. There are no rooms available right now. If you’d like to have a seat, we will try and get one ready for you. In case you are wondering, yes, we had a prepaid reservation and we were right on time for check in. They knew we were coming. We sat down to wait. Two more hours past arrival and we still sat waiting.
After this much time we both thought about calling it quits. We began to consider our options and the thought of just leaving was one of them. The only problem with leaving was that we had already reserved a room here. They had our money because we pre-paid and they weren’t keen on giving it back. Patience.
After several hours and an attempt to appease us with a free drink, the hotel offered us a downgraded room – for the same price as our previously booked king suite. We were tired and worn down so we took it. This room had no view of the bridge, which was one of the reasons we chose this hotel. Instead our view was of a dirty roof grate and some windows looking into the lobby. I would be lying if I didn’t say we were both a bit disappointed. We did our best to talk things out with the management, but in the end decided that we didn’t plan our trip for the room. And that view that we wanted? We could just as easily go outside and see it. We weren’t about to let something like this ruin our fun.
The city was beautiful, actually more beautiful than we had expected. Plus, it had the most interesting smell to it – like fresh lilac in spring. Seriously, I don’t know of any other downtown that has ever smelled so pretty. We made our way to the center of downtown and found a hip and happening area with bars, restaurants and entertainment. Here was a road called Fourth Street that reminded me of Las Vegas (but without the casinos). Like Fremont Street in Vegas, this strip was made up of bars, restaurants, and entertainment facilities. Plus the entire street was covered overhead from the elements – making it a obvious non stop party. We spent two of our evenings in this area because the food and drink options were spectacular.
The car show (Beatersville) was spectacular too. Worth attending. Overall this trip was a great experience. We made a lot of new friends, saw a lot of new sights and truly had an amazing time. We also learned a lot too – like next time we will choose to stay in a hotel on the strip. It’s easier just to walk anyways.
As for what I’ve learned after ten years of marriage and this little trip to Louisville – I have come to learn that life is what you make it. Holding onto baggage can crush you over time. Things will happen to throw you off your course, but carry with you the right tools and things can be fixed. If not, family and friends are just a phone call away. Ignored small issues will always become BIGGER issues. Anticipation and reality don’t always measure up. Life is full of decisions. It is important to decide what matters and what doesn’t and then move on. Don’t forget to enjoy the beauty. Breathe it in – because in the end, these are the moments you will want to remember.
Think my new Ricardo luggage is cute? Me too! That’s why I wanted to use in on this trip so bad. It has a hard cover shell (because of that my husband offered to strap it to the roof of the car – yeah. I said no), it glides easily on four wheels and it has an expandable zipper! What’s not to love? Visit the Traveling Mom website now for a full review and a coupon code worth 65 percent off!
Want to see what it was like riding in a 1930’s Model A from Michigan to Louisville? This video puts you in the passenger seat. Be sure to also subscribe to my YouTube channel for more travel video’s to come!