“Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong”. I never truly understood this statement until my parents trip over to Spain. I think pretty much everything got mixed up on their way over here. Everything was set, their flight wasn’t canceled from the General Strike in Spain and they were on their way to the airport. Unfortunately everything did not go as smoothly as we wanted.
I woke up early for classes and checked my facebook, only to see that my mom posted that they missed their flight to Spain and that they would be arriving later. Turns out a storm our of Baltimore delayed their arrival in Philly. Then they got a flight that would get them to Madrid on the 29th at 4 pm. I say the 29th, because instead of March the 29th, US Air booked my parents for a flight on April the 29th. Because of this my parents stayed a night in London, and waited until late the next day to fly into Madrid. They arrived about 36 hours later than they originally planned, and all of our bags were lost somewhere in Germany. My parents hadn’t even stopped or taken a flight through Germany!
I was so relieved when they got here, but it wasn’t over yet!! On our way to Granada my dad accidentally drove into the exit right before the exit to our hotel, turns out it was actually a runaway truck lane…so a giant pit of rocks. We were completely stuck. I tried calling the police, our hotel, the rental service; but no luck! My phone was dying and I was nearly hysterical by the time I got a hold of the local Avis, they sent a tow truck and we were saved!! Needless to say, it was good practice for my Spanish.
We were greeted at the hotel by 2 of our 3 bags, and 1 that was most definitely not ours. We did end up getting our 3rd bag when we got to Denia, 3 days later. Gotta love Iberia! Since then everything has been great…hopefully I’m not jinxing myself…
Location: Granada, Spain
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