I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
We have done a lot of travelling since
we retired, China, Spain, Portugal, New Zealand, Florida, Hungary,
Mexico, and we have never had any problem with luggage. In fact, we
actually wore out one set of luggage and had to replace it. We
upgraded to VERY distinctive teal coloured hard sided bags to make
them easier to pick out on the many baggage carousels they ended up
on. We used to be very careful about what we put into checked baggage
and always split our clothes between bags, especially on long trips
so if anything did happen, one of us would not be without clean
clothes. Our daughter had luggage lost as did our son, but we had
been lucky, so we got a bit careless. I packed my suitcase
differently, so we got out of the habit of splitting clothes.
This trip I had everything except the
clothes I was wearing in one suitcase, and the clothes I was wearing
were based on the -12C temperature we were leaving behind in wintery
Nova Scotia. As well, on our return trip we were spending one night
in New York, so the clothes I was wearing were going to deal with the
cold temperatures there. My shorts, sandals, resort weight pants and
short sleeved shirts were all in my suitcase. So . . . . . of course
this time the carousel in the San Jose airport only produced one nice
bright teal suitcase. You worry, but keep waiting, assuming it will
come out in the next batch. But, when the workers started removing
all remaining suitcases from the carousel and neatly lining them up
by a pillar, I knew I was in trouble . . . . my suitcase was lost!
only guy warmer than me.
You fill out paperwork, you describe
the case and try to recall what all was in there. Fortunately our
itinerary included four days in San Jose, so the airline had four
days to locate my luggage and get it to me, because we had no address
of the Villa on the west coast we were renting. It was on the top of
a mountain on an “Unnamed Road”, and I could not positively
locate it on Google Maps. I had instructions, but they were a bit
sketchy and we were prepared to call the phone number provided to
actually find the house. I had my doubts if the airline would be able
to get my suitcase to me after four days.
I had sneakers, jeans, a t-shirt, a
long sleeved shirt, a hoodie, and a raincoat. One pair of socks and
one pair of underwear. The first day you're hopeful and simply deal.
Jeans and a t-shirt were not so bad, and the sneakers were my most
comfortable pair. Regis was very helpful, calling the airline and
VISA to arrange to replace things, but she also managed to rub the
fact my suitcase was missing in on many occasions . . . “Art, can I
borrow your knife to open this?” . . . “Art, did you bring a
flashlight?” . . . . “Can I use some of your shampoo?” . . . .
Always followed of course with “OOPS, sorry, that's in your
suitcase isn't it.”
Me in my new clothes
When no suitcase showed up after one
day, I decided I had to go get some replacement clothes, especially
underwear, but you still hope it will show up. By the end of the
second day I thought I might be in trouble, so we decided to go get
things I might need. I had to buy shirts, pants, shorts and shoes as
well as little things like a cork-screw. We used up one whole day
just shopping. I actually enjoy shopping, but Regis does not, and by
the end of the day I was not having fun trying to get everything I
needed. It was nice however to get back to the hotel loaded with
shopping bags and be able to grab a quick shower and change into
light tropical clothes at last.
By the end of the third day I had
decided that the suitcase was GONE, and I kept recalling things that
were in there. Two beautiful tropical shirts passed down to me by the
wife of a good friend who had
The lost is found!
since died, my “Pick-pocket-proof”
pants, the folding knife Ryan had given me, a pair of Tilly pants not
made any more, or a pair of crazy swim fins lent to me by a friend
who is determined to get me swimming.
On the fourth day, I got up in the
morning feeling the case was history, but went online to check
anyway. Things had changed – it was being delivered! I went down to
the front desk to inform them to be on the lookout for my luggage and
the clerk behind the desk smiled and moved to one side, pointing
behind him to my suitcase sitting against the back counter. All is