Here There and Everywhere

Christmas Markets on the Elbe Postscript: Prague to Pensacola

Our morning was actually more relaxed than we thought. Our departure from the hotel was much later, so we had time to get our bags out into the hall and even to have breakfast and brush our teeth before meeting up at the Viking desk and boarding the bus with our luggage. We had made a dramatic decision – we, who had chosen to hand carry everything with us on the way to Berlin – and we decided to check our bags, taking with us only those things we didn’t want to lose – my computer, our medications, personal items. 

The lines were short, and we got checked in quickly. Loved the signs posted encouraging people to behave civilly and reasonably and mentioning consequences. It worked. People were behaving. 

Our flight boarded and loaded on time. We were on Air France, which we love, headed for Paris. We had a family across from us with a beautiful, happy, smiling one-year-old baby, who delighted us. We played with her until she fell asleep, exhausted and happy. 

Charles de Gaulle airport, which we always used to dread, was smooth and well organized and a quick and easy transit. Our flight was called, and we passed into the boarding area and boarded the bus. And waited. 

I’ve never had this happen before. They had us de-board the bus. They brought us off the bus and back into the waiting room, where we waited, receiving conflicting information from Delta, Air France and the departure counter – there is such a thing as too many apps. The pilot had noticed a problem, and a part had to be replaced.

We were re-boarded quickly, and how thankful we were we had checked our carry-on bags. From the bus, people had to go up the cold, snow-slick stairs to board the airplane; those with carry-ons with them struggled mightily.

Once on board, oh what luxury compared to the British Air flight we had taken from Miami to London Heathrow. Room! Storage! Privacy! I watched Anatomy of a Fall, a movie I have been eager to see. I am not totally sure – no I am sure that I am NOT sure – I know what happened, but the movie held me spellbound. And then we slept, for hours. Lovely!

Storage!

Arriving in Atlanta was painless, customs and immigration were painless, and we got to our gate for the flight we were afraid we were going to miss. They called the flight. We all boarded and stowed our gear. Just as the last passengers were coming aboard, an announcement. “Please gather all your belongings and de-plane.”

The pilot has had a family emergency and had to leave, a replacement is being flown in and will arrive in an hour or so, but they don’t want us sitting on the plane that extra time. So we all grab our bags and coats and deplane. Then, in about an hour, we all board again and head for Pensacola. 

When we arrived, we were only a couple hours later than we had anticipated, and best of all, it was the same day. We got home safely, did some unpacking and settling into our spaces, greeted our cats, and fell into our beds, thankful for a safe, if bizarre return journey.

December 30, 2023 - Posted by intlxpatr | Advent, Adventure, Air France, Paris, Pensacola, Quality of Life Issues, Travel, Weather