„Not the start to the trip
that we had planned ...“
August 8 was finally here.
This long awaited vacation was going to start ……..
We got up around 7, and
after taking showers and having breakfast we put out the
leftover groceries for the house-sitter and left a note for her,
before calling a taxi.
We closed up the house,
hauled our luggage down to the street and waited. Didn’t take
long and the taxi had arrived, the luggage been loaded and we
hopped in and off we went to the airport.
The airport is only 20
minutes away and even with traffic through the city on a workday
in the middle of the day it didn’t take much longer than the 20
minutes. We loaded our luggage onto a cart and off we went
inside the airport. While we were just inside, Tom mentioned
that he had gotten a text message. We stopped, he looked and
then read out what had been sent to him.
Our flight from our
hometown to Frankfurt had been cancelled.
Hm, what to do …. what’s
next? Well, since we were at the airport, we got in line and
went to the check-in counter. The agent was clearly not happy
with everyone asking the same questions, so she just mentioned
that we knew the flight was cancelled and there was nothing she
could do. Yes, but what about our international flight. Her
answer was to come back in half an hour, she might have an
answer then. So we stepped aside and waited
…….. for half an hour.
Back to the agent and she
was even more aggravated and told us to wait.
But while waiting I had
noticed that there was a long line in front of the two
airline-help phones. We decided to join that line. We waited for
quite a long time until it was our turn and they finally were
able to help. The lady on the phone was sorry, but there was no
way we would be able to fly that day, but she had two seats on
the same flight the next day.
Sure, not happy, but we’ll
take those – umm …. but these seats are premium economy as that
was what we had booked.
More time at the phone but
about 10 minutes later we had the last two premium economy seats
on the flight the next day. While on the phone we were told to
head back to the agent to get us a ride back home since we
didn’t need accommodations. Again we joined a long line, finally
got to the agent and were told to step aside and wait for the
next available group taxi. Fine.
By that time I was fuming.
But thankfully the group we
were intended to join needed that whole group taxi, so we got
our own taxi home. And while being driven back to where we had
left just a few hours earlier I remembered that we needed to
take care of a few things, like change the date on the rental
car and try to change the date of the dining reservation we
would have had the next day. So once at home we hauled all our
called the house sitter
that we didn’t need her that very day, then Tom decided to make
us some pizza for lunch (as we had all the staples for it in the
while I tried to start
figuring out our reservations for the first few days. In the end
it took me all afternoon and several calls to the US to change
the check in date on the hotel, to cancel and rebook the car,
which turned out to be quite a bit more expensive for a day less
since we had booked when they were offering a discount and I was
finally able to change a few reservations around, so we could
get everything in that we had wanted to do.
In the evening we had
calmed down enough to enjoy a light dinner, watch some TV and
finally go to bed a bit early after all that hassle.