Travail #1: Coming down from Wawel Castle, a woman stopped us to tell me my backpack was unzipped. Sure enough, my cash was gone. Only 50 Euros’ worth or so – not a huge loss. Whoever did it was nice enough to leave my wallet with my credit card and ID – so, thank you! A bit scary: they had to unzip my backpack, get my wallet, open the wallet, pull the cash out, close the wallet, replace the wallet – I never realized a thing.
Travail #2: We had pre-purchased tickets for the salt mines. When we went to pick up the tickets, we were informed that one of the two tickets was dated the day we had booked them, so it was no longer valid. So…in line for same-day tickets. Not so bad, since we had to get in line to buy the photo pass anyway. Todd explained to the ticket vendor what had happened. She redated and initialed the ticket, then asked if we wanted to catch the earlier tour, which was just leaving. Indeed! Times changed and initialed, and off we go – no harm, no foul!
Travail #3: For the third time in our travels, we missed our flight. This was the first time it was all on us. We all thought the flight was for 7:30 and booked a car from the hotel accordingly. None of us double checked boarding tickets – the flight was 5:30 (that pesky 24-hour European clock thing!). We arrived at RyanAir check-in with 7 minutes to spare, but had to schlep our bags through security. The helpful help-girl ushered us to the front of the security line, but we got caught behind the intense search of an old man in a wheel chair (really?!), then all got snagged for one reason or another. I got the most intense frisk I’ve ever had. Normally, I’m appreciative of good security, but this was maddening. Needless to say, we missed our flight. No more flights to Alicante until Monday!
After some searching, we found a reasonably close hotel, reasonably priced. It was quite comfortable, and the food was fine. A helpful desk agent worked magic to get us booked on Swiss Air through Zurich – the app wouldn’t book, and she stayed on the phone until she convinced the Powers That Be that we should get the online price. An expensive error, but these things happen…
Travail #4: As I waded through the laundry on our return, I realized I had left my favorite sweater behind. The hotel staff cheerfully arranged to have it shipped to our next port-o-call: Texas. (Yes, Husband did say to me: If you keep taking that sweater off, you’re going to leave it here.)
We have now instituted a double-check system on all ticket dates and times, as well as a new closing device for all backpacks.
Travel safely, y’all!