Beltane Garlic Moon
Back. Difficult journey. Flight to Minneapolis canceled without notification. Rebooked. Ran. Barely made the plane in Schipol, the Amsterdam airport. Sit down for 8 hours. Get to Atlanta, new destination. Arrive at gate. New international terminal with automatic gate extenders. Hmm. Not so automatic. 20 minutes later. “Still a problem.”
Finally. Then, the whole Welcome to America gauntlet. Jetway, passport control, baggage (no baggage. sigh. should I wait and possibly miss my connection? no, I wanna go home.) Customs. Walk to train. Take train to concourse A. Long walk to escalator. Where’s gate 28? Not the farthest, but almost.
Run. Gate closed and locked. Please let me on this plane. Sympathy. Door unlocked and on plane. Arrive home 6 hours later than planned with no bags. 12:30 am. But. I’m adjusted now to Romanian time. So, it’s 8:30 am. I can drive home !
Crash.
