I’ve been debating when to buy my tickets to Amsterdam…because I’m damn well going…DAMMIT! Yesterday on a whim I checked out Continental Airline’s website (really the only go-to airline for Houstonians). I’ve learned from past experience that the rates on that site are ALWAYS cheaper than any of the usual suspects (Orbitz, Travelocity, etc). But I was not expecting what I found.
I swear last time I looked about a month ago the tickets were well over 1k. Yesterday they were only $829 ($699 for different days than those of my chosing).
Of course then I was at a stand-still. Should I wait for them to go down…and run the risk of them not only going up in price but losing a beloved window seat (I have this neurotic thing about being able to see out of the plan at all times)? Today I decided not to risk it. I found out that the extra cheap ones ($699) were pretty much booked (no windows). I will absolutely die if I can’t watch at least take off an landing. So I booked my ticket…and currently have a whole row to myself. And the row in front of me. And the row in back of me. I have no doubt I’ll be surrounded by take-off. Continental is notorious for overbooking and shoving people on the next flight.
No turning back now!
End Note: I am now in the actual detailed planning phase of this Amsterdam/Beligum/Paris trip. I am in no way shape or form a “cultured” person. So don’t go expecting any recaps about how beautiful this or that painting was. Naturally I have to visit the Lourve (because that’s just what you do in Paris), but that’s about it as far as museums go. Art is boring. Old art is especially boring. I’ll be roasting my lovely ass on a beach while you guys watch paint dry (even more).
Now…consider me giddy!