Lightening Does Strike Twice

When we left Malaga airport the plane was running late, the plane was filled with Africans going to Mali. Every overhead bin was filled, with their carry ons. Our carry ons were stuffed on the floor by our feet. I was the last to board the plane and I watched as they stuffed the luggage compartment beyond capacity, two workers pushing with all their might to squeeze the door shut. The flight was cramped.

When we reached the baggage claim area there were no Africans from the plane, only an assortment of Europeans shouting in five languages at the attendants. I sensed this was not good. I fought my way toward the center of the group toward the airport manager and joined the shouting and fist shaking as we were informed that the baggage of anyone getting off in Casablanca was left in Spain because there was no room for it after all the African luggage was loaded. Not to worry we were told, our baggage would arrive the next night at 8 pm. We could pick up our luggage at the airport or possibly have it delivered to where we going the day after we arrived. We waited in line with the other ranting passengers to fill out the paperwork. One of passengers was a young man from Germany who is a pro golfer coming to play in a tournament for spot on the golf tour, his clubs were gone. Hard to compare clean clothes, under ware, meds and toiletries with a chance on the tour.

As I write this we are driving to Fez after two nights in Chefchaouen, wearing the same dirty clothes. I fear we will still be wearing these clothes when we land in Detroit. I fear I will never see my luggage again. If it does find us the airlines still have two more flights to lose it again. You may want to start betting pools on the fate of the luggage.

The five hour ride from the airport, through the mountains on a dark foggy night is another story I will not share for fear our families never allow us to travel again.

We arrived in Chefchaouen at 3:30 am. We toured the beautiful Blue City on Sunday. Mary said our hotel was classic Moroccan. The city is high in the mountains, off the beaten path. There are cats at every turn, the food is delicious, the call to pray resonates five times a day but there is no wine.

1 thought on “Lightening Does Strike Twice

  1. The Blue City looks beautiful and exotic. I would surely need wine after your lost luggage and long ride in the fog. Really enjoy your pictures and journal excerpts.
    Ginny D

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