A couple of weeks ago I wrote of Liz
and my tendency to over pack for any journey. For the past two weeks we have
learned how little we need to get along.
It
began when Delta caused us to miss our connection in Atlanta. We spent the first
night in an Atlanta hotel. We supposed Delta had sent our luggage on to London.
We had some scant basics in our carryon pieces. The next day we flew to London
but the Delta baggage people didn’t have the luggage and had no idea where it
might be. We filled out forms, and as we were scheduled to fly British
Airways to Leeds to join our tour group, they promised to send the bags to our
hotel there. Guess what? They did not appear. More phone calls back to Heathrow
to complain. They promised they would get the bags to our hotel in Glasgow
where we would spend two nights. Guess what? They did not appear. More phone
calls and promises they would get them to our next stop in Dublin where again
we would stay two nights. Guess what?
They did not appear. More phone calls and more promises. They would get them to
our hotel in Waterford. Repeat performance. They would get them to our hotel in
Cardiff. Still no bags when we got back to London. We checked again with the
baggage people at Heathrow. They supposedly had sent the bags after us but they
didn’t get them to us. At that point they had no idea where they were. We are
home today and only God knows where in His beautiful world our bags rest.
In
the meantime we bought a few pieces of clothing, a Jacket for Liz against the
cold weather and an electric power converter, three of which were in our lost
luggage. We washed clothes in the lavatory each night in our hotel room. It is
amazing to me how little we got by with. Maybe this experience will inform our next packing for a trip.
Otherwise,
we still managed to enjoy the tour. And James tells us “My brethren, count it
all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your
faith produces patience.” (James 1:2-3)
Grace and peace.
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