Monkey’s Big Adventure
Updated: Sep 23, 2020
Sometimes the things that go wrong on vacation are the things that you remember and – hopefully –laugh about in the years to come. Such is the case of the year I took my son’s stuffed monkey on a trip to Punta Cana with my college roommates.
The mistake was an honest one. I had packed my large suitcase (yes it was only a three-night trip, but a lady needs options) and I packed a small suitcase for my son, Adam, who was spending the first night at his grandmother’s house. When my friend arrived to pick me up to head to the airport in DC, my husband graciously offered to put “my stuff” in the car. We said our goodbyes, I hopped in the car, and we were off! Once we arrived at our airport hotel, we opened the back of the car to grab our suitcases and (I’m sure you see where I’m going with this) I was dismayed to find both my suitcase AND Adam’s! Inside the little suitcase was Monkey, a favorite friend who was already well-traveled. Monkey had spent nights at grandparents’ houses, on a cruise ship, at Disney World, in St. Lucia, and many more
I called Adam, explained the situation, and asked if he wanted Monkey to stay in the car while we were away, or if he wanted me to take him. Adam decided that he should go on the trip. Because he’d be cold and lonely in the car.
And this is how Monkey added another stamp to his passport (yes, I made him a passport long ago) and boy, did he have an adventure! I’m currently planning another trip to the Dominican Republic, and I think I might have to pack my little furry travel companion again!