Here is a list of the things that went wrong on my week off at Christmas, as they happened.
- Flight to Boston cancelled, rebooked two days later.
- 1 hour spent with American Airlines trying to get rebooked earlier.
- 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.
- Get up at 5am to go to the airport.
- Pay taxi to airport with debit card. Forget debit card in taxi.
- Get on flight to Toronto without issue.
- 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.
- Due to my quasi-international flight, I have to pick up my checked luggage at special baggage claim.
- The suitcase with all my warm clothes and gifts for others did not make it to the special baggage claim.
- After talking with baggage service, I exit through security and check normal baggage claims for my missing suitcase. No luck.
- Go back through security and wait for my flight to Boston.
- 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.
- Thankfully, a couple of friends who are informed of my trials have offered to pick me up at the airport.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- I barely make it on the plane. I don't know it yet, but my luggage didn't make it.
- 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.