For people who travel as much as we do, we can be remarkably stupid.
I knew yesterday that D.C. (our port of arrival) was bracing for "the storm of the century."
La lala lala.
I looked at weather.com and cnn.com and commented about how making the connection to the Ancestral Village was certainly going to be dicey.
Got up this morning, dragged our bags through the Metro to the train, congratulated myself that the worst part of the trip was now over, and took the train out to the airport.
Only to discover that the flight has been canceled. Or postponed until tomorrow.
All of which I could have figured out by looking at . . . wait for it . . . you'll never guess . . . ready? . . . THE AIRLINE'S WEBSITE.
In my defense, The Spouse didn't think of it either.
Between the two of us, I don't think we've ever had a flight canceled. Delayed? Sure. But never canceled.
It was originating here, for Pete's sake. If the weather here had been like D.C.'s I would have called the airline.
So we had a nice round trip out to the airport and back.
Everyone was hungry and cranky by then (who can eat breakfast the morning of a long trip?), so we went out for lunch.
Now I'm going to have a little nap because the airline told us to be back at the airport tomorrow at 8:30 for a noon flight.
I plan to be there at 8:00.
Waiting... - *In October on Manezh Square, outside of the Kremlin* It's the final countdown until the Olympics... Here's a link to an article that was in the "Russia ...
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