Party Foul.

Note to self, when traveling abroad, keep close tabs on your passport.

Sunday morning, Jordan and I were required to have our bags in the hallway of our hotel by 7 AM. If you know me or my husband, it should come as no surprise to you that we woke up at 6:50. It should also come as no surprise to you that I packed the night before while Jordan did not. I frantically rolled my bag into the hallway while glaring at my {always cool} husband who nonchalantly packed his suitcase at 6:55. Tension mounted as he rolled his things out at 7:05, and we continued to get ready in preparation for our 8:15 AM bus departure. By 7:45, my nerves got the best of me, and I excused myself to get breakfast. I walked into the hotel restaurant, Jordan followed immediately after, and we both waited in a 20-minute line to get an omelet {I know all you married people are following the relationship dynamics of this little fiasco}.

I'll spare you most of the ridiculous details and let you do the math. I got to breakfast with 30 minutes left before departure. I waited in a 20-minute line. So, I scarfed my small breakfast and left Jordan {still eating} to confirm our bags on the correct bus. Suddenly, the bags are confirmed, the bus is leaving, Jordan's still eating and I'm frantic. I run back to the lobby, tell him to hurry up {lovingly, of course}, and sprint back to our seats. Jordan strolls on 2 minutes later with his cunning smile and ridiculously handsome charm. Phew. We made it. Tension gone. A new adventure begins.

Until. Approximately 20 minutes into our three-hour bus ride to Nuremberg, our tour guide proceeds to remind us that only Euro will be accepted in Germany. Jordan starts searching for the Euro we had purchased at the New York airport. Briefcase? Front pocket? Middle? Zipper? Nope. Where is that Euro?! Then, the face. Oh, that face followed by, "Steph, did you get our passports and money from the safe in our room?" Stomach drops. Heart skips a beat. No. No. No. NO! I quietly walked to the front of the bus {from the back seat, mind you} to tell our tour guide of our predicament. We are already that couple; now we are going to be THAT couple. She looked at the driver and uttered those fearful words, "We have to turn around." Is this really happening? Yes.

I did the walk of shame back to my seat with encouraging words from our bus mates {thank you, experienced travelers}. Jordan, being the gentleman that he is, accepted all responsibility {and offered the entire bus a round of drinks on the boat and a free room at the Kentucky Derby}.

The best part: laughter. Jordan and I could look at each other and find comedy in such a traveling faux pas. Marriage isn't easy by any means, but life together is made in these small moments. We're okay with being THAT couple {at least for this trip}. Yes, our fellow travelers will proceed to ask us if we've forgotten anything for the next 9 days as we traipse around Europe together, but we've created more relationships {which means more memories}. More importantly, we get to spend another day in this crazy place called life {and make it back to the good ol' U-S-of-A with the proper documentation}.

Scenery from Prague to Germany

German Architecture {love!} // College Dorms

German Cuties {Pup AND Pumps} // striped tee {similar here}, coral scarf, Nine West red suede pumps, & pleated skimmer khakis {similar here - wishing I could find those pleats!}

On Board! // J. Crew maxi skirt {old, but similar here}, DV Dolce Vita Archer sandals (gold), Target Xhilaration long & lean tank +  Merona Chambray, Tory Burch aviator sunglasses, Coach Madison Lindsay crossbody {sold out color, but available style here} & Michael Kors jet set watch