Plinky asked me, “Taking any trips this holiday season?”
I feel like I’ve taken a trip. My daughter tried to fly home from France on Dec. 19, and was stuck at Charles deGaulle airport in Paris for 2 nights. That is after she took a 6 hour train to Geneva airport and was delayed there for 8 hours before flying to Paris. She slept on the airport floor the first night. Did I mention they also lost her luggage? Well, it is in a pile of 30,000 bags taken off canceled planes and thrown in a pile. We still haven’t seen it.
This past Sunday, both of my kids left for France. But, did they book the same flights? Of course not. My daughter left Pittsburgh for Charles deGaulle and then on to Geneva, Switzerland. My son left Pittsburgh for Philadelphia. Yeah, he got stuck there. I don’t know why, but his flight was not canceled. Even after 3 hours and the pilot realized something was “leaking”. They had to put that plane away and get a new one. His flight did manage to leave, but 5 hours late. So, of course he missed his connecting flight to Geneva.
My daughter called from Geneva to let me know that Adam wasn’t at the airport. I told her to take out the book she bought on the way to the airport and read for awhile. I had no idea if he would be able to get a flight from Frankfurt, Germany, to Geneva, to meet up with her.
I finally got a facebook message that they met up and were now in Lyon, France.
This armchair traveler, air traffic controller mom doesn’t want to travel again for awhile.