The venture is off to a miserable start.We were supposed to leave Wilmington around 3PM this afternoon to hook up with a red eye that delivers us to Amsterdam 8:35 Saturday morning.Even though it is a beautiful day in North Carolina, there are t-storms in Philly and ground stops cause us to sit three hours on the tarmac before lift-off.
We touch down in Philadelphia and hustle to the International terminal already aware our Amsterdam connection is long gone.The only good news is that there is no line at the Special Services desk where we try to cull options from the cranky woman behind the counter (perhaps her day hasn’t been pleasant, but we’ve been baking for hours while stressing out about missing a flight to Europe…shouldn’t we be the cranky ones?).The sad lesson is that there’s pretty much only one flight per day from Philly to European destinations, so we’re screwed.The few remaining European flights tonight wouldn’t have a connection that would get us to the promised land any sooner than awaiting tomorrow’s 6:40PM departure.
We ask what’s left?Only Brussels, which is boarding now, but we would miss the connection…yada….yada…yada….
But a friend of Kim’s used to work in Amsterdam and urged us to take the train to visit Brussels during our excursion.So why not arrive in Brussels Saturday morning and hop a train the rest of the way?We toss it around as the attendant grows increasingly agitated that the flight is leaving, so we tell her two tickets to Brussels (she looks amazed when we tell her to forget the Amsterdam connection).Then we race to the departure gate --- we make it a point to travel carry-on for just such emergencies, so you can imagine we were somewhat laden.
We reach the gate out of breath and after turning in our boarding passes discover there are still people on the ramp waiting to get on the plane!Suppressing our urge to run back to Special Services and deliver s a series of backhands to the cranky attendant, we wait our turn.Our seats are a few rows apart, but a Belgian woman beside Kim provided assurances that a train ride to Amsterdam would be easy.I give Kim Rudolph’s e-mail so she can ask him for any details he might be able to share (Kim has her blackberry along): isn’t it awesome to have TravBuddies for such emergencies?
Things aren’t going according to plan, but we’re off!They close the doors and nobody is sitting in my row so Kim moves beside me, a positive omen at last.
How smart to get onto a different plane... and very flexible..(to me the key to traveling happy)... You took some lemons and changed them to lemonade...good job... We too carry on... I sort of pity the people with huge suitcases dragging them along... what could they possibly have in there?... although I'll bet they look great at their destinations...LOL...