Greetings from Crete!
Back on the island, after an exhausting, anxiety-fueled trip that originally consisted of three connecting flights (Toronto-Munich-Athens-Crete), but due to some snowy, ice covered airplane wings and busy runways, was grounded for one and a half hours!
Thus, I knew I had missed my connecting flights even before we took off, which, in the end, forced me to scramble to find new flights upon my arrival in Munich. In actuality, we landed fifteen minutes too late, but enough time to cause a chaotic chase for new connections back to Crete. A race against the clock was on to avoid an overnight layover and further frenzy!
To make a long story (and even longer journey), short, Rome was added on to the agenda, an unplanned, but precious destination, since it was the only available and remaining route to Athens that day, and ultimately to Crete. And so, after setting foot, or rather, frantically fumbling about in four (!) airports in one day, (too many, even for the snazziest of jet-setters!), and lugging around a twenty-two pound carry-on bag, I finally set foot on Cretan soil - sans my suitcase-of course! Because my flight to Rome was leaving, literally, in twenty minutes after having flown in from Toronto, my suitcase didn't make it on board. Instead, it spent the night, stranded in Munich, but arrived early the next day, thanks to a very skilled and sweet claims officer, here on Crete.
And that, my friends, is my own Odyssean adventure of modern air travel; a mode of mobility, more safe, than sound, in my case!
Thanks for visiting and hope to catch up soon.
Poppy
