Saturday, July 25, 2009

Sweet Home, Chicago!!!

Managed to get to the train station with only one small detour (aka being momentarily lost!). I grabbed a coffee and pain au chocolat in the train station, and it was so good I repeated my breakfast at the airport! (I'm sure there are no calories in pain au chocolat when in Brussels!) Checkin was easy, although required a lot of explaining of transiting overnight.

Jet Air was a very nice airline - comfy seats in economy, the kind that slid forward when you leaned back. There were seatback screens for the inflight entertainment, and I managed to pass the 8 hours fairly easily. The Indian food was yummy. I'd fly them again, except....

... connecting to the U.S. in Toronto is a nightmare. You claim your bag, go through Canadian immigration, then preclear U.S. immigration and customs. The process took 1:30 of my 2 hour layover, and everyone in the line for the U.S. preclearance were freaking out at how close they were cutting it. One group was still in line with 20 minutes before departure; people were nice enough to let them cut in ahead. There was another guy on the Chicago flight right in front of me, and a family behind me, so I wasn't too worried. But by the time I cleared, I stuck my bag on the conveyor, walked to the gate, and boarded.

As I sat waiting for the doors to close - a lot of passengers came on behind me yet - I saw my flourescent yellow FlyerTalk tag putt up the conveyor belt into the hold of the plane, and sighed with relief. Oops.

When I got to Chicago, I waited for the Toronto bags to come out... they finally came out... everyone left... crap. No bag. No record of the bag after I claimed it in Toronto; American apparently doesn't scan them as they load them. I am not very hopeful about seeing it again, since I did see it go on the plane. And it's a new bag, only 3 months old. Luckily, I did stick my new purse and sandals in my carryon...

So I made the trip from O'Hare with less luggage than when I left, which felt very odd. And when I got home, Dozy came running and meowing and hasn't left my side since. That's the thing about travel: it's great, but coming home is sometimes even better.

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