Last Night in Canada
It’s currently 7pm on Monday night and I’m finally ready to leave. Tomorrow’s the big day! Also someone named Mindy is doing something…. I dunno it’s not important (sorry Jorie).
For the longest time I’ve had impeccable luck with travel; (almost) never been stopped at security and never had a flight cancelled. Today my luck ran out. Air France pilots have gone on strike THIS WEEK protesting the airlines decision to use a low-cost carrier for some of their flights. As such, my flights have all been cancelled. Luckily my dad is super smart and managed to get us entirely rerouted. Instead of flying via Montreal and Paris, we are now on the 0600 flight to Chicago then an afternoon flight to Amsterdam getting in the next morning, followed by an afternoon flight to Madrid, then an evening flight to Casablanca and then a night flight to Rabat arriving at around 10pm. On the one hand, it means...