So, I went to Bank of America to inquire about the exchange rate. One word: awful. At 1.62, $2,000 would only be about 1,200 euros. Hot damn! I knew the dollar was weak, but not this weak. No wonder floods of European tourists are coming to America for shopping. (Oh, and those flights we booked weeks ago are now $200 cheaper...grumble, grumble).
Friends and family have questioned why we're going to Europe now. It certainly would have made more economic sense to wait for the financial waters to calm. Europe will always be there, they say.
However true those statements are, one has to follow one's heart and mine told me to go. Go now. My cousin died very suddenly last week. One day she was fine. The next thing I heard, she'd been in a car accident and gone. You can't bank on the future and always having a next time. So, yeah, the exchange rate hurts. But, if I let that little thing stop me from following my heart, it would hurt even more.
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