Friday The 13th

Our journey began on Friday the 13th. We thought nothing of it, because who truly believes in bad luck anyway?

We left our house while it was pouring rain. El-Dad drove us to DFW airport- it was a long drive, and we could barely see the highway because of the enourmous amount of rain hitting the wind shield. on our way, El-Mom wanted to check what gate our flight left from, so she called the airport service people. By the time they answered it was 1:00 and we arrived at the airport- our flight was scheduled to leave at 2:00. Mom ran to the American Airlines terminal and looked at the list of flights that were scheduled to take off. Our flight was not on the list (this was after they told us on the phone that we were not on the flight to chicago leaving at 2:10). On the phone, the lady told Ruthy the information about our flight- and it turned out our flight was leaving from Dallas Love Field airport. We heard the "good news" and hopped into the car. Aba started driving as fast as possible towards Dallas, not knowing exactly where Love Field was. on our way we had to call many people and try to find out the quickest way to get there. It was nearing 1:20 and we called Love Field Airport to ask if our flight was leaving on time (we were hoping it would be late). They said it was leaving on time, and we asked if they could let AA know that we are on our way and that we will get to there soon. They said they couldn't do that. so, without losing hope, we finally arrived at love field (at around 1:25). We hopped out of the car, grabbed are luggage, and ran (part of it outside in the rain...) towards the american airlines check in counter. Surprisingly, we got our luggage loaded on the plane, and ran towards the security line. There was a long line (another one of those bad luck instenses). We asked the guy in charge if he could maybe let us through since our flight was about to leave without us, ofcourse- he said no. We stood at the end of the line and slowly asked people if they would let us cut infront of them. Being as kind as they were, we got to the security check in no time. It was nearing two o'clock and we were freaking out. We passed through security (none of us beeped) and sprinted to the Gate where our flight was about to take off. it seemed like we ran for days, carrying all of our carry on items. We finally reached the gate where the man in charge told us the flight did not leave yet, that it was coming late, and that we may sit down. Out of breath, exhausted, and annoyed, we sat down.

We reached chicago only to find out that we could not fly to Poland without our green cards (which we left at home). It took the man maybe five hours to explain that we need our green cards (though we understood him the first 5 times). He let us off with a warning, telling us we HAVE to have our greencards when we are on our way back to the united states. It just so happened that while all of this was going on, Mom asked the wokrer if he could tell us some information about our flight back to the united states. He looked it up and told us we were departing on the 19th of March (which was wrong- because we bought tickets for the 21st) and he also told us that we will leave chicago on the 21st. completly overwhelmed Mom pointed out to him that there was a mistake and asked if he could go check again. The man dissapeared behind the counter and did not return until about 15 minutes later. He said there was no mistake, and that the flight was canceled on the 21st and moved to the 19th. Of course neither our travel agency nor Lot (the polish airlines we were flying with) bothered to tell us. We left in hopes of getting a bite to eat before our next, long flight to Poland. While we were wating in line for yet another security check we called the travel agency agin to help and find a flight back home and then called Shirly and Noam (thank god for friends...) to help us Fedex the green cards before we leave back to the united states (which we still did not know what day it would be).

Friday the 13th- who believes in that stuff anyway?