Travelling with a baby part I
So after a 10-week wait our daughter's passport finally arrived from the British consulate in Washington DC, we jumped on the internet and booked us all on a flight to West Palm Beach leaving this afternoon. The trouble is that owing to the Superbowl taking place in Miami
, we couldn't get on the direct Miami flight, so we booked to go via Philadelphia to arrive in West Palm Beach in ooh about now.
Our flight arrived in Philly early, our 3-month old behaved impeccably, the elderly lady from Boston who sat next to us cooed over her all the way, we disembarked picked up our stroller, and I was thinking of a quick beer before we made our connection to Florida. The skies were overcast and crisp and I realised I missed the chilled air as we stepped from the plane onto the jet bridge.
Travelling north before going south during the winter in the United States can be fraught with difficulties and that all to familiar feeling of forlornness slapped us in the face when we got into the airport terminal at Philadelphia to see all flights out of here this evening had been cancelled, as had tomorrows. "We are expecting two feet of snow"
we were told by airline staff and the airport will be shut tomorrow. I am so glad I turned the car back and got my sunglasses from home earlier I thought to myself and as for the three pair of shorts I brought....
I need to be in Miami for the start of a conference on Monday night, we are booked on an early flight Sunday morning to Ft Lauderdale. My daughter's introduction to the fun world of airline travel has not started well, although she seems to be enjoying it. Oh and is it snowing outside our downtown Philadelphia window yet? Of course it's not!