In Memoriam: My Christmas

Here is a list of the things that went wrong on my week off at Christmas, as they happened.

Dec 20th
  1. Flight to Boston cancelled, rebooked two days later.
  2. 1 hour spent with American Airlines trying to get rebooked earlier.
  3. 2 hours spent wandering various checkin lines to see if another carrier will get me to Boston any earlier. Get rebooked on a red-eye through Toronto with Air Canada one day later.
Dec 21st
  1. Get up at 5am to go to the airport.
  2. Pay taxi to airport with debit card. Forget debit card in taxi.
  3. Get on flight to Toronto without issue.
  4. Land in Toronto where it snows all day, but the Canadians know how to deal with inclement winters and are unfazed. Their timely arrivals/departures show this.
  5. Due to my quasi-international flight, I have to pick up my checked luggage at special baggage claim.
  6. The suitcase with all my warm clothes and gifts for others did not make it to the special baggage claim.
  7. After talking with baggage service, I exit through security and check normal baggage claims for my missing suitcase. No luck.
  8. Go back through security and wait for my flight to Boston.
  9. Boston is not as good with the snow, and my flight from Toronoto to Boston leaves 7 hours later and gets in at 1am. I then must fill out a missing baggage form.
  10. Thankfully, a couple of friends who are informed of my trials have offered to pick me up at the airport.
Dec 22nd
  1. As I didn't travel on this day, I had a great time hanging out with friends, visiting Athena, and getting some nice beer at John Harvard's.
Dec 23rd
  1. A day in Boston with the nuclear family. It's quite interesting and sometimes quite fun, but everyone involved is tired so we're a little on edge. Another 2.5 hours spent in a car driving from Boston to my parents' home in New Hampshire.
Dec 24th-25th
  1. A couple of restful days spent in NH with the family. This was a relaxing period. Unfortunately, I had fallen ill from the loss of sleep and exposure to others in airports.
  2. I get a phone call from baggage services telling me they can't deliver my suitcase with all the gifts for my family until Friday, the day I return to Boston.
Dec 26th
  1. My brother was already driving back to Boston from NH to fly back to California, so I hitched a ride with him, planning to meet up with some friends and spend the next two nights in Boston.
  2. I spend 15 hours walking around Boston with a 40lb. trekking backpack full of clothes and received gifts on my back. This is not all bad, however, as the exercise is nice and I get to see a lot of places I hadn't been to in a long while.
  3. I would have spent the night at a friend's house in Cambridge, but his flight is cancelled. I am stuck with a hotel room around Harvard Square.
Dec 27th
  1. My friend, who was going to be back on the 26th will now arrive today, the 27th, at 11:30pm if everything goes as planned. I have a flight at 7am the next morning. This essentially means I will need to get another hotel room.
  2. Having been around Boston with friends and on my own and having all my friends out of town, I decide to get myself a modicum of comfort and book a room at the only hotel right at the airport: a Hilton. The rest of the afternoon and evening is relaxing and I get a good night's sleep.
Dec 28th
  1. I arrive at Logan Airport 1.5 hours before my domestic flight and pick up my suitcase that I was supposed to have 6 days ago. Normally this is plenty of time, but the American Airlines check-in line takes over an hour to get through, and I get to the security checkpoint 15 minutes before my flight departs.
  2. I barely make it on the plane. I don't know it yet, but my luggage didn't make it.
  3. I arrive in San Francisco. My checked bags do not.



I usually enjoy the excitment of air travel since it means I'm usually about to embark on an adventure, but right now I'm quite glad I don't have airline travel ahead of me for a long, long time.

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