So I called Aer Lingus to cancel my flight (and mini-vacation) to Dublin and see about getting a credit voucher, since it's a non-refundable fare. They are more than willing to give me one, under three conditions:
- I pay a $150 change fee each way on the new ticket. So $300 extra bucks out of my pocket whenever I take the trip.
- I have to complete my travel using this voucher within one year of the original date of purchase. That was June 12. My kids won't even be out of school by then.
- I have to book the new flight no later than next Wednesday morning.
Well, guys - I guess I'm going to Ireland.
I can afford the hotel (it's outside the city but across from a tram stop) and I'll have to pack Ramen noodles and granola bars so I don't starve, but by God, I'm going.
It's strange how free you feel when the Universe takes the choice right out of your hands. I'm going to Dublin, I'm on nobody's schedule but my own, and I'm just going to go with it and see what kind of an adventure I'm going to have.
And yeah. . . I'm excited. I really am.
So thank you, Aer Lingus, for your crap cancellation policy. I'm going to trod the land of my ancestors, pool my resources for one pint of beer, visit every free museum (and there are plenty) and write and write and write.
This is a good thing, I think. A very good thing.