The Saga of the Missing Luggage

As we all are well aware, I have angered the traveling gods in some previous lifetime, cursing me to a life of traveling doom, and my trip to Spain was no exception. The saga of the missing luggage goes like this:

 As I nervously bounded into BWI, I realized that my flight was delayed. I knew that I had a long layover in JFK, so I was not worried at all (still under the naive impression that the gods of travel were on my side). As I settled into my very long wait, I heard a group of kids from Salisbury talking about how they were going to Spain and studying abroad in Malaga, which is the city that I was flying into. We realized that we were all going to be on the same flights, which made me feel so much better, because then I wouldn’t have to be traveling alone! So good so far!

 Then disaster struck. As my flight got delayed for a third time, it became apparent that we were going to miss our flight to Spain. Which was clearly a problem. But I thought we had worked things out with the very helpful American Airlines worker who thought we might still make the first flight but gave us tickets to another flight in case we didn’t make it. We figured this way, it was a win- win.

 Wrong. We landed in JFK and were greeted by very rude flight attendants who informed us that we would have to run (and I mean RUN) if we wanted to make the first flight. So we did as we were told. And missed it completely. But, we figured, we have a backup plan, no problemo as they say in spain (or no pasa nada en Granada). So off we go to get our backup plan in action. By this time we were all sweating and grouchy. It required us to go back out to the front of the airport, get actual boarding passes from two different places, go back through security and find our gate. All in under an hour. We were ASSURED that everything would be fine. And it’s true, we made the flight. And miraculously, our next flight.

So when we landed in the most beautiful city I have ever seen, we thought our horrific day of travel was over. The problem? Our luggage did not fare as well as us and was lost somewhere on the way. These poor kids learned better than to travel with me, I warned them at the beginning that I was not so lucky, but I guess they had to take their chances and now they had to suffer with no luggage.

 But, the good news is that my luggage (should) be here by tomorrow afternoon, so all is well that ends well! Oh and obviously I have SO much to tell about how IN LOVE I am with everything, but I’ll write more about that later

 Besos!