“I can’t seem to find your reservation for today’s flight to Colombia”, the flight attendant behind the counter muttered.
Blink. Blink. Stare.
4 hours earlier
Hugs were exchanged, tears were shed, goodbyes were said as we bid goodbye to the relatives we’d been staying with for a week. Even the cat got an extra squeeze and an extra long playtime. Today, April 18th, was the day we were leaving to start our around the world trip.
April 18th, April 18th, April 18th. April 18th, that’s the departure date we had been telling everyone ever since we bought our tickets 4 months ago.
So pardon our confusion when the Spirit counter person couldn’t find our reservation, only to later told us the reason was because our flight was not on April 18th at all.
‘I’m sorry… what did you say?”
‘Your flight is tomorrow, April 19th. You’re a day early’
‘You have got to be fucking kidding me!’, I cursed under my breath.
But a quick glance at our own itinerary (that we’ve had for 4 months but never bothered to double check) revealed that he, indeed, was not kidding. And we are indeed now stuck in LA with no cars and no place to sleep for 24 hours.
As we slunk away from the counter we pondered our options.
– Spend the night at the airport. However, the idea of spending 24 hours with no internet sleeping on the floor right before a 14 hour trip didn’t quite appeal on us.
– Go back to our relatives’ place, a 2 hour shuttle bus ride away. Unfortunately, for the price tag we might as well get a room in one of hotel chains around the airport.
Which we did.
So here we are now, in an overpriced room in what could be the largest Motel 6 we’ve ever seen, breakfasting on Cup Noodle and Cheerios and watching Law and Order re-runs. We still have 12 hours to kill until our flight.
Not quite the way we imagined our first day would be.
But tonight, RTW now. Take two.