A few weeks ago we were talking with some friends about how smooth all of our travels had gone. Of all the trips we’ve taken over the last year, we have been blessed to not experience any major problems or setbacks. I should’ve knocked on wood.
We boarded our 32nd airplane of the year on our way to Lisbon (the last flight on which we will be checking luggage until we move home), but unbeknownst to us, our luggage never boarded. We arrived in the baggage claim at the Lisbon airport, and took notice that every single carousel had 10 +/- bags left, with no one around. Most of the carousels were not even moving, but random bags were lying around everywhere. “Wow,” we thought, “there are probably people all over Europe wondering where their bags are.” Before long, we were among them.
I waited in line for over an hour to report the lost bag, while Scott continually scoured the terminal, thinking that it must be here somewhere. With all those bags lying around, we figured there was a good chance that ours just got misdirected and would end up on another carousel eventually. This was before we learned that it never even left Barcelona.