What sort of a person are you? A laid back type of individual, or someone who likes to be well organised?
I’m definitely in the laid back category. Someone who has yet to pack the night before holidays or who looks for the directions to where they are going moments before leaving the house.
I have never really thought too much about the advantages or disadvantages of being such an individual, until one day last year when my relaxed way of life clashed with a friends highly orgainsed one.
A group of us had arranged to go away for a few days to Malaga. As a group we were all very different but had shared a friendship for many years. I would not usually be rated within this group, as a person to organise anything, however I managed to find a beautiful apartment for us and I swallowed my indignation as they all expressed a degree of shock at my success.
On arriving in Malaga airport my extremely organised, pre planned to military precision, friend, was strolling beside me, en route to the taxi ranks.
‘Are you going to ring to say we are here?’ she asked nonchalantly.
‘ I’ve no number’ I replied casually, totally unaware of the slap in the face this would be to my friend.
‘What! Really? Go away, you’re only joking?’ she choked.
‘No. I really haven’t. I have an address ‘ I replied, noting her loss of colour.
‘His email address?’ she asked.
‘No, the apartment address,’ I answered, pretending not to have noticed her panicking.
‘But…How…What…’ she spluttered.
‘Don’t worry, it’ll be grand, the taxi driver will know the way,’ I smiled, hoping I’d reassured her.
Her step quickened and I watched her disappear at speed, to pass on the news to her sister ahead of us. Not too bothered and unable to change the situation I continued to stroll. I watched as two became three and then four as she passed the word that I’d no way of contacting the apartment owner.
At the taxi rank I joined the gathered group. A couple of them were smiling in an ‘only you could do this Tric,’ sort of way, but my poor friend was in a spin. We got into separate taxi’s and asked to be brought to the address I’d been given. Alarmingly, our driver did not exactly nod immediately and say, ‘Si’ in a knowing voice. Instead, he spoke at length to us in Spanish, occasionally raising his voice. It’s worth noting that none of us speak Spanish, although one amongst us thinks she’s fluent after a few drinks.
We smiled, nodded and shook our heads, repeating the address regularly to no success. Moments after starting our journey we pulled up opposite another taxi, our friends one. The two drivers continued to talk to each other, via open windows, while my friend shouted across to me, ‘They don’t know where to go.’ I smiled back and reassured her that they were probably brothers wondering what was for dinner. Who knows maybe I was right for not long afterwards we pulled up and were told our apartment was ‘down there.’
We followed the direction of his pointed finger and sure enough arrived at a square. ‘Yep this is definitely it,’ I said triumphantly, ‘I recognise it from the photographs.’
‘But where is the apartment Tric?’ asked my, by now more than in need of a drink, friend.
‘Sorry I don’t know’, I replied, ‘but it’s on a corner and there are only four corners so it can’t be too difficult.’
So six women dragging suitcases began to wander the square. After failing to locate it, we paused on one of the corners. ‘There it is, ‘ said one among us, pointing to the apartment above.
‘How do you know?’ asked my, now in need of counselling, friend.
‘Because if you zoom in to the photo you can see a small number 88, there on the corner and look above us, there is 88,’ said our new Miss Marple.
‘You are a feckin genius,’ I agreed and off we went towards the enormous front door. Standing, surrounded by suitcases in the small laneway, we stood staring at twelve buzzer options.
For the first time my heart sank.
‘Do you know the number, Tric?’ my, I’m never coming on holidays with you again, friend asked.
‘What do you think?’ I replied, which caused one of the gang to burst out laughing.
It was at that moment we heard a male voice, ‘Hallo. Hallo Tric, is that you?’
Turning I saw a face I recognised from his website, our host, Raul. Reaching out I shook my new best friends hand.
‘Hi, I’m Tric.’, how are you? ‘
I couldn’t help but note the incredulous look on my friends face. As Raul opened the door to let us in I stepped back to allow my speechless friend through. As she passed I winked in her direction saying,
‘See, what lady luck brings you if you give her the chance?’
And that is exactly the part I’ve wondered about many days since. My friend never leaves anything to chance, so she saw this as the perfect illustration of what happens when you don’t prepare properly, whereas I saw it as the perfect illustration of how things will always work out in the end. My friend has rarely ever given lady luck the opportunity to be a part of her life, and perhaps doubts she exists, but I’ve little doubt she does, for she and I have met many times during my lifetime. I’m also pretty sure that many of you less organised types reading this have been grateful for her help on more than one occasion.
As for which is the better way to be, I’m not too sure. What I do know is I’m too old to change the habits of a lifetime, so I suspect myself and lady luck have a few more meetings in our future.
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17 thoughts on “Do you let Lady Luck into your life?”
Lovely read! Unfortunately, I’m more like your super organised (some may even say mention control freak!) friend! Like to always have a plan in place. Maybe I should give your way of thinking a go and trust in Lady Luck! 😊
Lady luck has indeed been there regularly for me, but there is of course a lot to be said for being organised too. We may laugh occasionally at my friends planning but we also rely on her a lot.
I don’t believe we’ll ever change her, nor you I’d suppose?
i am so much like you, it is crazy. i often let the universe, luck and crossed fingers guide me and somehow it usually all works out )
Haha. You’ll fit right in when you reach these shores.
If it is just for me, I’m unorganized. If it involves others, then I know everything possible ahead of time. I know when I’ve rented places and the key is going to be left for us, I make sure that I also have neighbor’s info and maybe they have a key, too. Just in case. If I know anyone in the area, I ask them to go ahead of time and check it out and give me any specifics as to how to get there and what the place looks like and what kind of food and stores are available nearby. Of course, if it’s just me, I don’t care. I’ll find something; some how.
Sounds like you have it well sussed, the best of both worlds. I’m way too scatty and bad and all as I am my other half is way worse. Funny thing is our children are not at all like us. They like to be organised.
Thoroughly enjoyed the read Tric! Love post… And the events sound so much like what has happened with most is us traveling with a bunch of friends… That’s probably what adds to the charm.. That we can all remember and relate to the funny things that have happened with us 😀
Thanks a mil. I think you’re right, in any group there are all types of characters just like in this one.
You didn’t say which one you were most like?
Oh I’m a bit of both… I le to be prepared for some things others, I let my hair down and go with the flow 🙂
Not only am I firm friends with Lady Luck, but her BFF Lady Chance has also done some great work for me. If you always know exactly how things will turn out, where is the adventure or the fun?
Of course, my kids do not see eye to eye with me on this one. But we’ve compromised over the years. Now, the Hub and I have a firm policy of always telling the other one which country we will be in. (Except when our friends, Ms. Luck and/or Chance, step in. Then we just go with it and our life-motto: it’s easier to apologize than to ask permission.)
Love it,especially, ‘the Hub and I have a firm policy of always telling the other one which country we will be in’. My husband is even worse than I am and like you our kids are not at all like us. They love to be organised and can’t bear to be travelling with us as we saunter along, always, just in time.
don’t think I need tell you which category I fall into 😆
I could have guessed that one easily enough Duncan.
I’m a bit of a mix of both to be honest, probably more organised when it comes to travel. I did resemble your friend on a visit to London last year. We stayed with my sister in law and himself never bothered to get her address from her. Her phone broke while we were out so we couldn’t call her for her address. We ended up having to get a taxi to the general area she lived in and wander around identical rows of houses – after a few drinks – looking for her flat. We got there but I’m ashamed to admit I said I told you so more than once!
Oh I do recognise this scenario. It’s not always easy waiting for lady luck to come to the rescue. I can’t pretend it’s never happened.:)
I’m glad it worked out okay in the end. Up until the end, I was taking bets with myself as to whether you’d end up at the right apartment or in a Spanish jail cell. 🙂
I am that organiser, pre planner, makes a list of everything type of person and I would most definitely stress out if I didn’t do all that. Himself on the other hand is opposite! I have though had a few occasions where things have had to be left to lady luck and yes you’re right it has all worked out in the end 🙂