Jingle Bells in the Brenner Pass- Part 4

The good news—and what was going to be the only good news for some time, was that we were upgraded to Business First on our flight from Chicago to Munich. The flight from Chicago arrived in Munich on time. That was the last time, for the next two days, that anything we traveled on either arrived or left on time.

When we arrived in Munich everything appeared to be fine. The weather was cool but not cold and it was clear. Little did we know that over the Alps Mother Nature had decided to wreak havoc. We proceeded to the Lufthansa, Senator’s lounge to experience the dramatic improvement in airline lounges in Europe as contrasted with those in the United States. However, my wife was impatient. As a season traveler I had become accustomed to arriving at the plane just before they shut the door; she was not. So we proceeded toward the gate of our flight to Torino. Suddenly, the delayed designation appeared in the departure time. For those who don’t travel much delayed usually does not mean delayed. It means your fight has been cancelled but we wanted to break the news to you in stages.

When delayed sign appears for your flight, and they give you a new departure time, it is wise to ask the gate attendant where the equipment is at the present time. On numerous occasions they would post a new departure time 20 minutes later and I would ask where the equipment was and find out it was still on the ground, two hours flight time away. When I would ask the attendant how they could possibly post a 20 minute delay when it would take the plane a minimum 2 hours to get here assuming it was leaving as we spoke, I would get this amused look, suggesting I have figured out the punch line to the joke.

Of course, in the 10 minutes it took us to get to the gate, as you would expect the delayed departure had turned into a cancelled departure. Apparently, a vast snow storm on the other side of the Alps had shut down all air travel into and out of Northern Italy.

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Armed with my Italian sourced flight data, I approached the gate agent and explained that going to Chicago that evening seemed pointless; I needed to be rebooked for a departure next evening. He agreed and began the rebooking process only to come to a sudden stop. Exasperated he said there was a bit of problem—he could not get us into Torino until January 30th. Wait he said, I have an option. You fly from Cleveland to Chicago, Chicago to Washington Reagan, Reagan to Kennedy, Kennedy to Rio, Rio to a location Eastern Europe I fail to recall now, and from there to Torino.

I quickly responded that that appeared to be a theoretical option—not a practical one. He agreed. How about Milan I asked. That turned out to be an easy alternative and was only slightly further from our destination of Alba than Torino. However, the agent was rather persistent in suggesting that we take the 7:30 AM flight to Chicago rather than the many other options later in the day. We kept explaining that friends were taking us to the airport and it was hard to justify asking them to get up in the middle of the night to get us to the airport—particularly since they were had already brought us here and were going to have to pick us up.

The agent finally decided to put us up at the airport hotel and pay for dinner so we could take the 7:30 AM flight. He seemed convinced that none of the 3 or 4 other options later in the day were safe connections. Even in retrospect his concern seems to be a bit paranoid, but his solution limited additional burdens on our friends so we were happy to comply.

So, on the day we should have been arriving in Italy we were starting our journey. As our plane accelerated down the runway my wife expressed a sigh of relief, finally we are going to get there she said. As a seasoned traveler my autonomic response was: “We are not there yet.” The statement was a premonition of what was to come.