Coming Home

Hello, Our flights were quite smooth, however coming home was a bit of a mystery at times. We got a notification that our flight had been delayed by half an hour. We hung around at Sarah’s and hoped that the rain would stop. When we walked to the metro, we decided not to use our umbrellas as it was not so much rain. On the escalator going down into the stop, I somehow got the handle of my roller bag under my backpack. I yelled for Leroy, who was behind me to help. He did not understand what was wrong and I had no idea how to work my way out of it. I finally managed to get my words clear enough that he could untangle me before the end of the escalator ride. As soon as we got to the airport, we got another notification that our flight had been delayed again by fifteen minutes. We finally boarded 1:40 minutes late. It was because of a low ceiling in Washington. Many flights were delayed and almost no planes were there. We got our seat assignments about ten minutes before we departed. Leroy and I had the emergency row seats. If we had needed to, I hope we would have handled it okay. Our bus was a little late coming to the airport. It seemed that it was a driver in training as some other guy was sitting at the front checking the time frequently. They even called the bus terminal and told them we would be late and gave the numbers of the buses that we passengers wanted to transfer to. It all worked out. Paula