Today is the day I have always been dreaming of. This day I am going back in time to visit the place my mother’s family came from— Ireland.
My daughter Brenda also wanted to visit Ireland, so she set the wheels in motion. She picked me up at home and we took a taxi to the airport. When we checked in, they told us that our flight out of Atlanta was delayed because of bad weather and that it was impossible to make the connection for the international flight out of JFK airport in New York.
Brenda checked other options; they had a flight out of Syracuse on Jet Blue that might make it. It had a 1 ½ hour time frame between arrival & departure. She booked us on that flight and all went well. We arrived in New York in plenty of time to make the connecting flight, but when we went to baggage pick-up— no luggage.
We waited a very long time. Finally, a few bags trickled down the ramp, then no more. We were told that they were going to get more. Again we waited.
Finally another passenger told us that they have our bags at another ramp. We retrieved our luggage & madly dashed through the airport to the international point, only to be told that our plane had just taken off.
We then took a taxi to a hotel, and waited a half hour for a room. We ordered pizza to be delivered. The room itself was beautiful and spacious and it even had two telephones, but we were too tired to enjoy it. We lost one day of our trip, and extra expenses.
What a day.
Trip to airport.
Taxi to hotel.
Hotel room.
Pizza in room.
Food at terminal.
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