The only memories I have of England are a) airline losing my luggage, b) walking to my hotel on a cobblestone street, and c) riding the tube, (which I actually enjoyed greatly). But of course, this won’t do. England makes it to the top of places I must revisit. And I must visit it right.
Naturally, I’m a little paranoid about losing my luggage. When my flight took off from Amsterdam on its way to London I had this daunting feeling. As I wait at luggage claim, my stomach sinks as the belt gets emptier and emptier. Eventually I start to insult (in my head, of course) the people who find their bags and happily walk away. Sure enough, the last bag is claimed and eventually the belt comes to a complete stop. Trying to stay calm, I ask for help. A grandma was standing next to me at another airline who also had her bag lost. She didn’t speak English back to me but I know she could tell by my face expression that the same thing happened to me. It helps to know there’s at least one other person who has to deal with the same crap as you do.
Since my Amsterdam flight was delayed so much, my connecting flight didn’t have enough time to put my luggage on . . . which actually doesn’t make any sense because THAT flight was delayed in order to put luggage ON! I was told my bag would be delivered to me at my hotel later tonight, provided it is found. Please, please be delivered to me tonight! We leave tomorrow at 5 in the morning. In the mean time, I am going to enjoy riding the tube here in London.
As I sit here daintily on the tube, I’m finding it really amusing assessing people. The woman sitting across from me is typing away on her lap top, occasionally looking up at her surroundings. Her long legs are extending out from a dull grey and over sized pantsuit for her thin frame. Her face is pale and gaunt, with dark eye lids and tired grey eyes. However on the occasions that she does look up, she will give unprompted close mouthed smiles at no one or nothing in particular.
Late last night my luggage arrived! I couldn’t feel more relieved. It took a couple days of constant phone calls and compulsive computer checking, but everything’s better this morning because I have all my things now. My luggage was dropped off at 3 in the morning here at my hotel in London. I had already long gone to sleep thinking I was going to spend the next 5 weeks without luggage, and even accepted that fact. But we are also on our way to PARIS at the moment so the stress of my lost luggage is quickly fading.