Everything in Texas is large. The state is large. The Dallas airport is large. Even the Gaylord Hotel is large. In fact, it's enormous. It has 1100 rooms. But, the Gaylord Hotel in Tennesse is larger it has 3000 rooms (take that, Texas!). The man at the front desk said that 3000 rooms might be a little excessive.
Why should I care about the Gaylord Hotel? Because they, courtsey of American Airlines, are making sure I get a good 3 hours of sleep before my flight to Santiago tomorrow morning.
We were already in the car this morning when my phone rang. "We would just like to inform you that your 12:40 flight to Dallas has been cancelled. Your new flight time is at 2:45. You will arrive in Dallas at 8:50 to make your 9:20 flight to Santiago." There was no realistic chance of actually making that flight which involved finding and rechecking my baggage and changing terminals in 1/2 hour. So I turned to my dad and said "My flight is cancelled." My mom said "Oh." And Paul gave SFO a look of death.
However, the lady who checked me in was awesome; she explained that I would in fact be able to make my flight (it landed at 8:15, not 8:50, and it didn't change terminals) and didn't charge me for my overweight baggage (yay!). It was decided that I would spend most of my layover in SFO, not Dallas. So we went out for lunch at Brothers' Deli, which was right down the block from our house when I was 6 and boasts the best kosher menu in the Bay Area. All was well and after lunch, my flight arrived to Dallas on time.
However, there was no need to worry previously about whether or not I would make the short connection, because the flight was delayed until 11, due to "mechanical problems, it had to emergency land in Chicago and then we had to de-ice the plane, but it's in the air now and should land shortly." I don't actually know if the plane landed because they decided to cancel the flight until 8 am and would bus us to the Gaylord hotel for the remainder of the evening.
In the meantime, I found Leslie, who I lived with freshman year, and we met another guy on the program, Jeff. We bonded over our common misfortune. And spent the evening wandering the atrium of the Gaylord and enjoying their Christmas decorations and discussing potential activities for Santiago. I am tired now and have to get on a bus at six in the morning. So that is all.
4 comments:
You are a fine travel writer!!
If all bloggers wrote like you did, I might actually spend some time online. Travel well my fair-haired penguin. I'm making PB&C cookies with fashionably-overpriced Scharffenberger chocolate and corresponding recipe...thank you for the beuatiful book.
hool! im glad you have a blog, its the same layout designy thing as mine for london! we are so cool. anyways, i hope that things are going better for you now! hopefully you are on your way! how cool would that be?! so yes, im excited for you and im glad that i am able to stalk you, i mean read up on your life, via blogger. cheers!
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I love reading about your voyages to faraway places (this is Samia, by the way). Rob and i were talking about art earlier today, trying to figure out which spanish painter did portraits of women. (ahem, actually I was looking for exceptionally Spanish images of women in classical Spanish painting, contrasting style and body type to their Italian and French counterparts. 'Nuf said). ANYway, we were talking about art, and i thought, "oh, there's a really easy way to figure this out; I'll just call Jul...oh." and i was sad. 'Cause you were far. are far. but i'll let you make it up to me: tell me stories! how is everything?? i love you sooooooo much, and Rob does too. sending love and affection to you in Chile.
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