It wasn’t supposed to be a week in Paris. It was to be a week in Wales with my girlfriend. Things didn’t go according to plan and she couldn´t get the time off (she was scheduled on a course out of town and it couldn’t be changed).
By now, my tickets were purchased and it was the one and only time I bought cancellation insurance. It was of no use to me in this situation.
Devastated by the news, I looked at changing my flight to Scotland or going there by train from Wales. I couldn’t afford to lose the money entirely. Who could?
My husband came to my rescue and e-mailed his niece who was living in Paris with her boyfriend. He explained the situation to her. The next few days while waiting for a reply, weren’t pleasant.
The agony turned to ecstasy when I received the “of course you can,” reply.
