Christmas Eve in the hotel

Go to bed early, set the alarm for 7 am, wake up on time, fill up the rental car, the freeway was pleasantly empty at this time, return the rental Mazda, I arrived at the correct terminal more than three hours before departure and was proud as can be. Then the news, my flight was cancelled in the morning. Seriously??! I was rebooked for December 29th. Really??! The consequence, standing in line for more than an hour to negotiate, with Christmas music blaring from the speakers.

Through personal advocacy, I managed to get a rebooking for the next day. Thanks to my puppy eyes and holiday spirit, a hotel room near the airport could be arranged for the lost German. 'Yes, he's German,' said the lady on the phone, then to me: 'You are a lucky guy!' On top of that, I received two food vouchers from the airline.

I spent the afternoon reading in the sunshine, watching planes take off and land. One day gained, one day lost, whatever? My room on the eleventh floor of the 4-star hotel offered a fantastic view of the runway and classic Christmas movies were playing on TV. I was reconciled.