So I won’t bury the lead… I’m not in Portugal (yet). 😑
Yesterday morning, I woke up super excited, packed up my stuff, said my goodbyes, and was off to the airport on a spectacularly sunny, warm Florida day. My flights to JFK and Ponta Delgada were on-time, my bag didn’t go over the maximum weight (which was a miracle in itself) and all was well.
Until I got this text five minutes after I checked my bag…
And then I read that this happened…
Talk about the ultimate “WTF, you’ve got to be kidding me” moment. 🤬
I went ahead through security and saw a gate agent (who was amazing!) to ask what exactly I should do (because I really had no idea). Long story short she advised that they pull my bag off of the JFK flight, don’t go there because it’s probably a shitshow, and rebook my flights through the travel site. So I made a call and grabbed a few beers.
An unexpected experience right out of the gate.
Shit not going accordingly to plan has been something that I’ve become all too familiar with. I’m not going to lie, I wanted to cry right there into my beer. But the silver lining is that I have my bag, I’m close to home, and my friends were waiting to have drinks with me when I got back. I’m not sure what the reason for my flight /trip delay is but I’m trusting that there’s got to be one.
So we try again on Sunday. Wish me luck.
Amor e luz (love and light),
MW