I’m wildly thankful I made it home last evening on one of the smoothest flights I’ve ever encountered; without my small carry-on suitcase. Floating like a butterfly or in an ultralight airplane was more like the feeling I experienced than being on a loud aircraft with cranky engines and the possibility of rough turbulence. Nope, this 787 jet careening at 550 mph and 43,000 ft. was smooth as a sheet of shiny steel. Traveling through some big puffy heavenly clouds with brilliant sunshine was the “terrain” for the almost 8-hour flight back; I sat back and thoroughly enjoyed the ride.
And not that British Airways “lost” my luggage as I patiently await its delivery to my home; it did not make it onto my flight after landing in London Heathrow from Poland. I thought the suitcase had plenty of time, several hours in fact, to have it transferred to the correct flight back with me, but Heathrow Airport is a monstrous thing, and that is not surprising now looking back.
On the first leg of the trip, while at the Chopin Airport in Warsaw, my carry-on suitcase was a little “too plump” to, well, carry on my flight. Thinking back, I should have “begged” the guy at check-in and at least taken a few things out to transfer them to my already packed-to-the-gills backpack - like my calendar and my daily medicine and a few more items - to make it more compliant to travel with me.
However, I happened to be first in line, and when I looked back, at least 50 people were waiting (and staring at me) to be checked in too. I had to quickly decide to let it go into baggage (the weight was good!), not thinking clearly that I should have gotten those few needed items.
For right now, I am going to trust the process. My bag will arrive, and all will be well. Then the trip will be in the books as the epic journey it already is.
bSoleille!
Terri
Photos: 1) Kissing Poland goodbye (photo credit: Renata Trojanowska), 2) Inflight scenery, and 3) Home Sweet Home with greetings by my beautiful-in-full-bloom knockout rose bushes!