It’s not surprise to anyone, I love to travel. I love getting on a plane, take off, landing and getting off a plane, ready for adventure.
Probably my least favorite part of traveling is the luggage. Also, running through any airport.
Two weeks ago, I went to one of my favorite places in the world.
I left Vancouver, Canada, on March 24th at 9am and landed in Dublin Ireland on March 25th at 5am. With an hour and a half layover in New Jersey.
My Layover in Jersey was an adventure inside of itself. I had only an hour and half to get from one gate to the next, and a security check point between them. I spent 80% of that time waiting in security and 20% of that time running through the airport. I was the second to last person allowed on the plane.
When I landed in Dublin at 4:55am Saturday morning, I was super tired and ready for coffee.
But first LUGGAGE!
I waited for the travel gods to release my luggage from the pits of the plane on to one luggage carousel.
I watched bags come out, over and down the ramp and waited.
Waited some more.
I noticed that the sign on top of the carousel said that the last bags have been unloaded. I then sought out an airport employee to figure out where one needs to go for inquiries about ones luggage.
And so lined up behind about 4 people and waited some more.
Once I had got to the counter, I had to fill out some paperwork.
What is the date?
What does your luggage look like?
How many wheels does it have?
What color is it?
Is it hard or soft?
Does it have a luggage tag?
Where are you staying?
What is your permanent address?
What is the best way to contact you well you are traveling?
Cue filling out the paperwork and using wifi to text the boyfriend to get his parents address and a phone number so airline could contact me with luggage.
Then it happened!
We had made a great discovery!
My luggage wasn’t lost at all!
Just on another adventure.
In another airport without me.
In a different country.
Apparently my luggage had made it off the plane in New Jersey, but somehow managed to make it back on to that same plane I had just gotten off of, and that plane went to London England.
My luggage was in London.
I was in Dublin.
This is why you have a carry on folks! FOR THIS REASON!
Good news/Bad news.
Good news, it should be on the flight at 1pm later that day. But I should call later just in case.
Bad news, I only had one day’s change of clothes.
Good news, they would send it out to me in Waterford where I was staying, via courier. (Hopefully later that day)
By the time I actually got to leave the airport it was now about 5:50am in the morning.
Fast forward to later that day. Once we arrived in Waterford I called the airline to enquirer about my luggage and its location. However, the woman I spoke to on the phone had no idea where said luggage was. My luggage was now on another adventure. She told me to call back in the morning.
The phone rang Sunday morning and it was the airline. Anto’s mom took the call and explained to him that the luggage in question would be at the house around noon. However, with it being my birthday and Mother’s day, we would not be home when they arrived to drop it off. So she arranged for them to drop it off at the restaurant.
I remember being told that I would need ID when they dropped off the luggage and I would have to sign for it.
I remember signing for my luggage and the guy asking for no ID whats so ever, and being very excited. But better yet, Antos mom also saw the guy leaving and giving him a heart attack asking where the luggage was because she was the one in contact with him the entire day.
Even though I didn’t get to wear my birthday outfit, I got the gift of being reunited with my luggage.
Now this was just beginning of my travels. Wait until I post part 2 of traveling with luggage coming home!