My flight schedule didn't go quite as planned. When we arrived at the airport my flight from Kansas City to Dallas was delayed....and continued to be pushed back as the minutes ticked by. The lady at the counter told me i wouldn't know until I got to my destination wether or not my baggage made it. So devastating. All I could think about when I was packing was 'I hope they don't lose my bags.' My flight is set up for my bags to be delayed. Good thing I booked a hostel so I have an address.
My flight was supposed to leaved at 2:45 and didn't leave until after 4. I wasn't scheduled to arrive in Dallas until 20 minutes before my flight for Madrid left. I checked with the airline again. There was nothing they could do. I called a number. The lady re-booked flights for me re-routing me through London, then to Madrid, then to Malaga. Thank goodness. She tried to stop my luggage so that it would be on the flight with me...status still unknown on that. Right now I'm sitting in Dallas waiting for the flight. However, my flight to Dallas didn't get to airport until my original one was scheduled to leave, so I know my luggage isn't on that flight.
Crisis averted for now. My gut tells me it will be ok (and everyone else), but my head thinks that logically that isn't possible. How many people have a blue rollie suitcase and a red backpack? Tons. I think I forgot to put a tag on my red bag too. Ooops.
I'm already tired. I hate being on airplanes without someone to talk to. I hate airports. They are lonely, desolate, boring places. I'm tired of reading. I have a long journey ahead of me filled with lots of people in a small place. Nature of the beast I guess.
I'm hoping maybe I can talk to some Brits on the flight from London to Madrid. Someone in Kansas City told Corey he should live in London because he likes the cold weather.
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