I Told Me So

What was it I wrote in the last post? Behold, it has come true...but with a twist. The snafu turned out to be at the "wrong end".


We got up at 3:30 this morning so we could be at the airport by 4:30 to catch the 6:00 flight to Lisbon. First words to greet us on the screen at the airport: "Flight cancelled". Now as the sun comes up over the Desertas Islands to the southeast of Madeira, shining over my shoulder through the terminal's panoramic seaview windows, and Abbie tries to catch a bit of rest (she, unlike I, did not sleep at all last night), we await the 10:00 flight. Ah--but we will miss the connection to NY and Denver, so we will be spending most of Christmas Day in a hotel in Lisbon and catch the same flight at 11:50 to NY on the 26th. Meal, taxi, and hotel vouchers from the airlines, of course.

On the bright side: we might actually get a full night's sleep before the big hop over the water. But everything I wrote about this being the first Christmas in the US since 1975 has gone down the drain, and not a snowflake in sight.