To all those who celebrate, I hope you have had a very Merry Christmas and a happy holidays to all the rest. As I write this post, I am sitting beside Jorge at our cozy AirBnB safe in Madrid, Spain. Unfortunately, not all was merry this Christmas season. You see, the chaos all began Christmas Eve when I received a phone call from my airline notifying me that due to winter weather conditions in another state, a delay in one of my flights disrupted my travel itinerary causing my flights to no longer connect. Ah! Frustrated and anxious to get to Spain, I awaited the solution to determine how this mess would be fixed. Luckily, the airlines were able to arrange a new sequence of flights leaving Christmas Day at 3PM.
On Christmas Day I woke up, glanced at my phone charging beside my bed, and woke up to a wonderful notification that read, “Your estimated boarding time is in: 1 hour.”
….. UM WHAT??
I re-read the notification on my phone. My flight was boarding in one hour. Meanwhile, there I was laying in bed half asleep, still AT LEAST an hour away from the airport, needing to check in, go through security, and navigate all the way to my gate. AKA I was basically guaranteed to miss my flight that I thought was leaving at 3PM…. Oh NOOO!!
This is bad. Very bad. I grabbed my phone, ran downstairs, and went straight into the kitchen where my Mom and Dad were preparing a nice home cooked meal for our holiday breakfast. Each year, my mom makes two delicious casseroles: one with eggs and sausage and another with a fluffy sweet filling. Almost candy-like in flavor.
“Merry Christmas!” My mom exclaimed. “Merry Christmas, Rock!” My father said! They came over to give me a hug.
“Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad, I THINK I’M MISSING MY FLIGHT!!!!!” I shouted.
“WHAT?!?” They asked in horror.
I pulled out my phone and showed them the updated flight information. Sure enough, it said my first flight was leaving in one hour and there was not a chance I was going to make it. From confusion, came anger as my parents became frustrated with the disaster that was becoming of this holiday weekend. I urgently ran around the house getting dressed, pulling my suitcase to the door while my mom called the airline to see if we could readjust the trip or if I was no longer going to Spain. My mom was able to reach a great customer service representative who explained that I wasn’t wrong, my adjusted flight assignment was at 3PM but I somehow got bumped to 11AM yesterday night and supposedly received an e-mail about the change but I clearly did not see it in time. A phone call or confirmation process to confirm the alteration would have been nice… How this type of a change is acceptable, I could not tell you.
Anyway, my trip was adjusted yet again and it left us with little time to spare. I still needed to leave for the airport immediately. We left my mother’s home cooked meal behind, skipping our breakfast tradition that was never meant to be, and left all of our presents under the tree untouched. Off to the airport we went.
My roundabout solution to get to Spain required me first to fly to Charlotte, North Carolina, then to Miami, Florida, and then to Madrid. The total travel time would now rival what I experienced going to China. Annoying? Kind of. Did that matter? If it would still get me to Spain as soon as possible, then not at all. As an added bonus, I made three friends during my travels – one on each flight! Heading to North Carolina, I chatted with a guy who was fascinated by my work in hypnosis. On my way to Miami, I befriended an elderly woman whose grandson is going to be an incoming freshman Rutgers where I study. And on the way to Spain, I met an independent world traveler headed first to Spain and then to Morocco.
Flying in good company made the long travel times relatively painless. Nearing about 18 hours in total, I became more and more excited as my arrival neared.