Bad Air Day

Okay. I finally have time to sit down and fill you all in about the past few days. It is about ungodly:30 in the morning, but this is the first time I have been able to get my ducks in a row and I thought, who am I to keep you waiting?

For as much time as we gave ourselves to get on our plane, we barely made our flight. It took nearly 3 hours to get from the front of the luggage-checking line to our terminal because of how unusually busy the airport was, the issues with rescheduling flights thanks to Lufthansa's strike, and because the credit card Stacey used to buy our tickets months ago had since been canceled. Being excessively vocal was the only thing that allowed us to make that flight.

At our layover in San Francisco on the way to Munich, they chose to move our flight across to the other side of the airport without letting anyone know, but that wasn't too big a deal because how on the ball Stacey always makes sure to be. Beyond those hitches, there was really nothing much more eventful on our first leg of the flight out, though I could write pages about how stressed Stace was doing her best not to be. To be fair, I had about my fill of unexpected changes in plans, too.

Stacey slept a majority of the flight into Frankfurt, while I kept busy with electronics. Once in Germany, customs was a breeze and Stace and I had nothing but time to kill after passing through. Four+ hours later we were finally able to board the last flight to Madrid. To board, we needed to leave from the terminal and get on a bus that took us to the plane. I think both of us were surprised at the cold and the wind and the rain; neither of us was dressed for that, so we were relieved once we had made our way inside.

I'm sure you've all heard from our emails or reading Stacey's blog that her bags were conveniently waiting for us in San Francisco when we arrived in Madrid. At that point we couldn't do much but laugh at the fact that it was all just part of the days luck that had begun at LAX.