We started our adventure to Spain today as I found out that the 6:15am flight we were supposed to take tomorrow got randomly canceled, and the next available flight to Phoenix that day would make us miss our connecting flight to Charlotte. The helpful representative offered to refund me the tickets, but that would cancel our entire trip, so I told her that was unacceptable. She found me a flight today at 635pm. It was close, since david technically was supposed to get off at 3, but I figured we could make it work.

David actually got off work early, so we packed everything, settled everything, and went to the airport. Getting through security was smooth sailing, and as we were waiting for our flight, they started announcing “This is a regional jet, any standard size carryons will need to be checked at the jetway cause they won’t fit.” Sure enough, our jet was tiny. It’s actually the smallest plane I have ever flown on. As we took off, the large hairdryers they call engines spooled up and slung us into the air. We got to phoenix 30 minutes early, got our bags, and went to the checkin people to beg.

Begging didn’t help much, since they can’t check bags more than 4 hours before the flght, and all the earlier flights out of Phoenix are fully booked and more expensive. So, we are sitting in “America’s friendliest airport” watching vagrants get kicked out by the police and sitting in friendly chairs with plugs for our electronics. And Karen Eliot really needs to answer her page…