This was a blog about my adventures with Joe. Then, along came Nia. Four years later, along came Stage 3 breast cancer. Fast forward two years, and I'm now caring for my dad while he fights his own cancer battle.
My bag is still missing. American Airlines doesn't know where it is. The last they saw it, it was headed to San Francisco. On Saturday. Now, they just don't know. And I'm supposed to just wait. I'm pissed.
Funny how you don't really value your things till they are gone... I keep thinking about all that was in that bag (it was a large bag, too!). Like, all my clothes. 3 pairs of shoes & some slippers. A jacket. A swimsuit. A new SF Giants sweatshirt (that I'd thought about buying for years and finally just bought, like, a month ago). Pants, tops, dresses, underwear, a few of Joe's dress shirts... And then there is the stuff that I really care about: Journal of the trip, travel books, maps of where we went... Not to mention the novel I was in the middle of, The Brothers K -- a really, really good book that I'd really love to find out what happens in!
First, an update on our delayed baggage: Last night at midnight a delivery van arrived with Joe's bag and our small bag of toiletries. My bag is still at large for some reason, which is really starting to suck. According to American Airlines my bag has been located and should have arrived into SFO yesterday at 4p with Joe's bag. Beyond that, so far, they can tell me nothing. What the hell?!
Anyway, on a happier note, Joe and I are spending my last day of vacation celebrating our 1 year wedding anniversary a week early (Joe doesn't go back to work till Tues). This year has flown by!
We are going to a new favorite place, La Posta in Seabright, for their Sunday family-style fixed menu. Yum!