Travel Diary Day 1Friday, October 23
Our big vacation almost got off to a really bad start thanks to the limo service Molly booked to take us from her townhouse to Newark Liberty airport to catch our flight to Europe. Molly specifically told the service that there would be four people and four large bags.
They sent a mid-size sedan.
Even after ten minutes of shifting and piecing the luggage together like a puzzle, it wouldn't fit in the trunk. So we piled ourselves and our bags into Betsy's small SUV, Molly and I squashed into the backseat with the last suitcase.
Not only that, but experts that they are, the limo service allowed 45 minutes to get us to the airport two hours before our international flight.
It was rush hour.
So we crawled. Panic attack city.
And we had to park the car in the long-term parking lot and run to get the bus to the terminal. Still panicking.
We were required to check in no later than one hour before our flight. And of course the kiosk wouldn't read Betsy's passport, so we had to wait for the attendant to come over.
The Continental agent was a good-looking guy with a French accent. When we expressed a little of the anxiety we'd been feeling he glanced at the clock and said with a sexy grin, "Eh, ten whole minutes. No problem."
Once we were checked in, security was a breeze and we even had time to go to the bathroom before they started boarding our flight.
But we made it. Whew.
Sure hope the car's there when we get back.
