Back In Paris

You may recall over the summer on my journey back from Florence due to weather. I missed my connecting flight in Paris and had to spend the night in one of the purgatory hotels outside the airport and fly to New York the next day. Well, as Yogi Berra once said it's déjà vu all over again.

I left Barcelona this morning after a late night of good Spanish wine with my new friends on teh commercial and got up nice and early and arrived at the Barcelona airport.  There was a good amount of thunder and lightning and rain overnight and into the morning but had cleared up by 11 AM. I had a tight connection in Paris to get back to LA and I was a little worried about it but also very very excited to get home, reunite with Marilyn and kids and watch game two of the World Series tonight from the comfort of my couch.

The flight left about a half hour late as they were adjusting to some congestion at the airport due to the morning weather. The flight attendant assured me that I would be OK to make my connection, but it would be tight. We landed and I ran off the plane towards the next terminal over, which if you've ever been to the Paris Airport is not exactly a few steps down the road. It was about a 10-minute jog to a shuttle bus and then another five minute jog to the gate.

About 10 of us arrived at the gate just as it closed in front of us. Exasperated out of breath and desperate we pleaded with the gate agent to please please please let us board. But quite rudely, they denied us entry and told us to go talk to customer service. I've been on plenty of flights that held at the gate a few minutes to accommodate a late flight as had a few of the other people in line with me. But this French dick was not having any of it.

we all headed to the customer service counter and found there were no more flight available today. I booked a flight for tomorrow morning to Salt Lake City where I'll have to change planes to LA.

I called Marilyn and just burst into tears. I couldn't hold back. I was exhausted from 2 weeks of pretty constant stressful work and was so so so looking forward to just getting home and here I was back in Paris, about to have a night in Depression Hotel, miss my Dodgers... Ugh. I've now checked into the room and of course the air conditioning doesn't' seem to be working. and the sun is beating onto the side of this hotel - like Warren said, "don't the sun look angry through the trees?"

Marilyn suggested a go to sleep early, wake up and watch the game as a way to slowing work off the jet lag. we'll see. Fuck.

Fuck.

Could be worse! - T