In 2015 we (Jen) finally talked my parents into travelling with us. "We are travel experts" Famous last words.
I cannot even begin to do this story justice 14 months later, but don't ask Larry about it, he has blocked it from his memory. He will tell you that Naples is the New Jersey of Europe if you push him.
Here's how it was supposed to go down. Two flights. One from St. Louis, one from the Quad Cities, meeting in Chicago for a glorious start to a quick trip to Barcelona and a cruise of the Med. It went bad right away. The flight out of Moline was delayed and Chicago was getting icy. We arrived from Saint Louis with no issues. We're experts remember? Rather than type the whole thing out let me see if a list of bullet points can suffice.
- Missed flight out of Chicago for London. (We took the flight since we had no idea what was going to happen)
- Offered a flight out of Miami and luggage was handed over.
- Flight to Miami was delayed, so back to the terminal.
- New flight to London booked, but luggage already headed to Miami.
- Late to London, flight to Barcelona missed..... Cruise start also missed.
- Overnight in London to catch another flight to Naples, Italy to catch up with us.
- Overnight stay in Naples starts with a late night rainy cab ride to a hotel that the cab driver had never heard of .... and he only really spoke Italian.
Larry and Wilma have spent 72 hours (or more) flying and waiting in various airports, hotels and cabs, all without any luggage. They arrive in Naples minus 2 days of our cruise in the only clothes they've had for 3 days. They will NEVER go beyond the borders of the U.S. again.
Here are some eventual highlights: