I have a new appreciation for traveling with a wheel chair. You see, years ago my friend Randy, my husband and I went on a cruise to Mexico. It was great. We got totally spoiled on the ship. I ate so much I thought I would pop, then I ate some more. The ships are wheelchair accessible, which is wonderful, but once we got into Mexico, it was whole different story. Mexico is NOT wheelchair accessible. Actually, people stared at us like they had never seen anyone in a wheelchair, especially the children. They seemed like they didn't know whether to run away or run toward us.
I tried to ignore it, but sometimes it was annoying. Randy being the patient man that he is, it didn't seem to bother him. Ramp or no ramp, we didn't let that stop us, we went exploring and shopping and of course eating the yummy Mexican food. (Have I told you Randy LOVES to eat, even more than I do?) Everything was going along really great until it was getting close to time for us to get back on the ship, and we realized we were stuck. We couldn't find a ramp or low spot on the sidewalk. It was too high for Randy to just floor his "Amigo" chair. We couldn't take the chance that he would get hurt. My husband had recently had back surgery, so he couldn't lift Randy and I was no help in the matter.
The only tiny ramp was blocked by a car parked in the way. We asked around and they said the person would be back shortly to move it. Well, their idea of shortly and ours didn't match. We waited and waited and were trying really hard not to panic, but really didn't want the ship to leave without us. Finally at the last minute, here came one of our shipmates. He graciously picked up Randy like he was as light as a feather (and I can tell you he's not). We got the wheelchair/Amigo down from the sidewalk and the guy gently set Randy back in his chair and off we went like bats out of you-know-where, racing to get to the ship on time. We made it, breathing hard and laughing, not sure from nerves or silliness. It didn't matter. Laughter is always better. Once on the ship, we could breathe a sigh of relief, and of course by then we had worked up an appetite so off to eat we went (again)!