I had been feeling anxious for a couple of days. No reason why. I should be getting progressively more excited. I’m going back to Wales.
Should have checked my last email from Expedia received Friday afternoon. It was just my itinerary, which I already had. No notice of the change of my scheduled flight from SA to 6 a.m. instead of 1:45 p.m.
So as scheduled, I obliviously arrived at the airport, thanks to the ever-generous friend, Karen D., ready to settle in for an expected 4-hour wait.
Of course, my confirmation number didn’t work. But a helpful United assistant got me rescheduled so I could make my connecting flight to Dublin in Chicago. Now I have to go to Houston, then on to Chicago.
Silver lining: A 6 a.m. flight to Chicago after a night shift and then almost 12-hour wait in Chicago? No, thank you, even if it meant a possible visit with my brother and his wife so they could watch me nod off. I’m much more alert. Less wait time in San Antonio and Chicago, and I got TSA PreCheck, so simple. No shoes off. No liquid check. No body X-ray. SWEET!
The really sweet thing is I’m on my way to Wales: beautiful, mystical landscapes, cream teas, fish, castles, lots o’ trails, Welsh cakes, interesting villages, fascinating history and language.