In the spirit of Aunt Mildred, this installment of my “Jams Are Fun” series — about when good trips turn bad, and the journey is better for it — involves an insomniac’s worst nightmare. Checking into my hotel on a Saturday night in a small European city, I can tell immediately things will not end well. Plus we have two groups.”“Hm.”“Buuuuut,” she begins helpfully, “your room is at the opposite end of the hall from the wedding. In my next post, I’ll fill you in on my best tips for getting a good night’s sleep on the road. If you savor the Schadenfreude of hearing about good trips gone bad, check out the other posts in my “Jams Are Fun” series.