A Word To The Wise... Don't Travel With Me

I was up at the arctic circle for the two and half weeks following Christmas. I flew up Christmas day evening. Of course, I never have uneventful travel and this was no exception. Thankfully, my flight wasn’t cancelled or anything that drastic (as it was for the bf on the way down over Thanksgiving). I arrived in Minneapolis without incident. From my arrival gate, I hiked (yes, this walk should be called a hike – yikes) to my new gate. Thought all was good. Called my bf to tell him that so far so good since I made it into Minn without issue and my flight to Regina looked all good. This is when I am told by my bf (from a foreign country I might add!!) that my flight is delayed. Um, not according to the board I am looking at that’s at my departure gate. Ha! So, apparently, the plane that we are to physically ride in for the trip up to the north is still at the airport in Iowa (or some such state that starts with an “I” that no one cares about). Greeeeaaat. Does this mean that this airport doesn’t know that the airplane is missing if we are still “on time”?? This gives me such faith in the airlines, really, it does. Sigh. Eventually, the plane showed up, they gassed it up, de-iced it, and we were off. Arrived at 1:30am-ish. I got there tired but in one piece, cleared through customs, and with all checked and carried on luggage. Let the fun begin!