Ah, the joys of international travel... 10 hour flights, jet lag, missing baggage. But what the hey, we're in Paris.
The flight from Seattle to San Francisco was uneventful and on-time; what more could we ask? Laurie talked the whole way to her seatmate, a delightful woman.
Air France was just fine, and I lucked out in a big way. We had the aisle and center seats of a three-seat row and I'm here to tell you that legroom was at a premium, as in, not much of it. The third seat in our row, the window seat, had no seat in front of it, giving it about five feet of legroom. But this flight was booked completely full and that seat, obviously a highly desirable one, was not available when I went through the get-a-seat process. As people boarded, all we could hope for was that whoever had that seat wasn't a 300 lb. giant.
Well, it turned out that whoever had that seat didn't show. I grabbed it and Laurie took the aisle seat, giving us an empty seat between us and me all that legroom. Here's proof that our luck was running high: as near as I could tell, that was the only empty seat on the entire plane.
Food was okay, service was okay, flight was too long at 10 hours and to show us that luck only goes so far, our bags are somewhere between Seattle and Paris, but they are definitely not in Paris. Tomorrow, we hope. I will give Air France a huge pat on the back for customer service. They had a comfortable area to sit and file our lost baggage claim, a very nice lady to help us, they gave us each a kit of toiletries to get through the night, and they said they will reimburse us up to $150 each for any "necessities" until the bags arrive. We're pretty sure that a wine opener and a couple bottles of wine qualify as necessities.
Tonight, a walk, food and wine at a favorite place, and an early bedtime. Real early.
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