“My keys!”cried Fondy in frustration. “I can’t find my keys.” She suddenly left off her bag rooting to throw me an accusatory look. “Do YOU know where my keys are?”
I shrugged and, in my best Scooby Doo, muttered: “Ruuunuhnuuuh.”
She, of course, needed the keys to get into the car so that we could drive ourselves to the airport, having abandoned Plan A when all attempts to call for a cab proved futile, thereby reinforcing my long-held belief that, in Vancouver, taxis are about as prevalent as well-dressed men and decent Mexican. Eventually, I headed back inside, located her keys (and the toothbrush she couldn’t find), and we were finally off.
We parked in the airport’s extended parking lot (along with all of the other cars that are going to need to be towed out between tomorrow and when we return), caught the shuttle to the terminal, checked our baggage, went through security, and made it to gate in time for boarding. Unfortunately, the same can’t be said for several other passengers who were running late and we ended up having to wait for, thus pushing our departure time. Fortunately, I was so exhausted that I was able to sleep through most of the wait. The previous night, the dogs were so sprawled out that I was forced to sleep sideways, at the foot of the bed. Fortunately, over the course of the night, they inevitably gravitated to me so that, around 2:30 a.m. and with them convened at the bottom of the bed, I was able to hop up and reclaim my default position, thereby salvaging three hours of sleep before my alarm clock went off.
So, once on board the plane, I dozed off and, approximately an hour later, was awakened by the pilot announcing that all passengers were finally aboard and we would soon be on our way. I dozed off and, moments later, was again awakened by the pilot, this time announcing that, unfortunately, the plane had “developed some frost” during the wait for the tardy passengers and, as a result, needed de-icing. Even more unfortunately, the airport de-icing station had shut down for an hour so it looked like our departure would be delayed even longer. I drifted off. About an hour and a half later, I awoke to find us still on the tarmac, but so close to taking off. We eventually left Vancouver, three hours late.
Fortunately, there were no delays while we were actually in the air and we touched down in Montreal, only very late. In keeping with the holiday travel theme (Hey, kids! Today’s secret word is “inconvenience”), the fine people at the Montreal Airport made us wait over an hour for our luggage. By the way, “over and hour” isn’t a neat turn of phrase or an amusing exaggeration intended to paint a colorful picture. It was actually one hour of standing around, watching the same five suitcases and one bright red hockey bag, roll by over and over, and then another fifteen minutes of waiting for every other piece of luggage on the flight to swing by before our bags finally made their grand entrance.
Thoroughly exhausted, we finally made it to our final destination (my mother’s place for me, her sister’s place for Fondy) and I enjoyed a nice home-cooked meal: sis’s chicken with prosciutto, rapini, fried hot peppers (yet one more thing you just can’t find in Vancouver), mom’s crab mousse, and, for dessert, some pretty good macarons my sister picked up (oh, and since we’re making a list, add “good macarons” to the MIA in Vancouver rundown).
Well, I’m posting whenever the opportunity presents itself. And, today, the opportunity is NOW!
Unable to load pics for some reason so they’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Hopefully. Until then –
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!