I think I’ve been doing pretty well today. Get to STL and run through the delay issues. Get excited to go to London, then that dream gets slaughtered. Finally get a flight through Miami and I am told that my luggage will be there for me.
Luckily, I prepared myself to not expect my luggage. I was cool, calm, and collected. I am not a high maintenance person…
Then time kept passing and the tears have started to build. As everyone plans to go out I realize I still look like an American and have nothing to change into. Then we are told we have a walking tour tomorrow…which means I’ll be sweating in the same exact clothes that I have been traveling in for approximately 18 hours. That also means that I can’t shower…why shower to jump back into dirty clothes?
I don’t even want to begin on my phone. I turn my cell data off and yet I have bars and am receiving text messages…hello large, unexpected, phone bill when I return.
I spent $70 on a taxi today because my lost luggage debacle costed me my free ISA ride. If you know me at all you’ll know that I’m off budget now, which puts me in a bad mood.
Rumor has it within the student population here that the airline should reimburse me if they can’t find my luggage in a certain amount of time. How much time you ask? Top rated answer has been: one week.
One week. Is this a joke?
So before I jump ahead let’s have everyone pray that my luggage shows up before I flip out. I’ve stayed calm. As calm as I can be while not having any of my clothes or shoes and looking like the biggest American tourist in the heart of Spain.
Did I even mention that everything is super expensive here? I paid $12 for a tiny bottle of water and a tiny slice of tortilla española. (Turns out it was some kind of egg and hash concoction). Bring on the weight loss! (Kidding…slightly)
Let the games begin.