Just breathe

We arrived in the city today. It was a long one-way flight from Chicago to SF, measured not by time in the air but by what is involved when traveling with kids, luggage, carry-ons, rental car, and a dog. It is not fun. Thank goodness Dave was here to keep the kids in tow while I handled the dog and rental car. It is not until bags are checked, security cleared, plane is boarded, carry-ons are stowed, and seat belts clicked that I can breathe for the first time. Ahhhh.

Never thought airline tea tasted so good.

Breathing stopped when we landed and found out that our luggage was put on another flight. Great, now we have to sit around for a couple hours waiting for our luggage to arrive. Thank goodness Daisy made it ok. We asked, "How is it that our luggage didn't make the flight but the dog did?" They (United Airlines) responded curtly, "Animals are not treated as mere luggage ma'am." The outrage! No duh...just put our luggage on the right plane next time...do YOUR job...I mean, what is the point of checking in two hours early, then? And we have to pay an extra $25 per bag to boot. I was seething.

We made them deliver our luggage to the apartment. We were not going to wait around. Daisy rode off with Grandpa Jack who is taking her in for now, as the apartment does not allow pets. Thank you Grandpa Jack!

Breathing resumes as we drive to our new apartment and the landscape is filled with tall buildings and the bay bridge. Oh, there is so much to be explored. And we can't wait!