Heidelberg – 10 Dec 2007. Is it Monday?
After an incredibly long flight (12 hours) from San Paulo to Frankfurt I arrived to find that my luggage had not made the flight.
Why am I not surprised? Never mind that I made the gate with a -5 minutes to spare after blasting through immigration followed by something that passed for a security check point. Sitting on the plane then for an additional 35 minutes, I watched them load luggage out my window. It just didn’t happen to be my luggage.
From the air – leaving sunshine and returning to regulated Germany
TAM promised to deliver it tomorrow when it comes in. They have only one flight a day into Frankfurt from that location.
I thought that the train strikes were finished, but everything seemed quite snarled up, with delays and missed connections. Getting into Heidelberg a whole lot later than planned, I took out my cell phone to call the DH for a pick up. Then realized he was still in Boston, leaving me on my own.
I will admit it – I splurged on a cab. It is not the Strass ride that is the issue, even with having to change once along the route. It is that last 200 meters, tired, dragging and hauling a rolling suitcase. It just happens to be straight up the side of a mountain.
I am going to bed.