We had a leisurely morning, on Saturday, 9 August. Our flight out of Denver wasn't until 10:52am so we relaxed in our hotel room before driving the rental car back to Alamo. We hopped on the shuttle to the terminal, found the Delta check-in desk and I walked up to the nearest self- check-in kiosk.A minute later I was informed, electronically of course, that I would have to speak with a check-in agent. Fortunately one was free, friendly and eager to help. And help we would need. Delta had opted to cancel our connecting flight to from Atlanta to Providence and had failed to inform us.
The agent said she could get us on a flight getting into JFK in NYC at nearly midnight -- we replied, uh, no thanks but that wouldn't work. She then booked us on a nonstop flight from Denver to Boston -- and since I had a pair of Boston MBTA train tickets in my wallet --leftovers from the Marathon this past April -- we said we'd take it.
The one glitch was that because we had changed planes and airlines at the last minute, we were singled out for secondary screening when we went through security. Ah America, land of the free and home of the incredibly insecure. Whatever.
The TSA people were surprisingly very nice and apologetic, explaining that it wasn't their policy but the airlines! Way to go Delta.
Aside form that tiny hiccup, the flight left on time and arrived on time. We got into Boston at about 4:30pm, took the Silver Line bus to Boston's South Station where we had a drink at the bar before catching a 6:45pm train to Providence. We still got home two hours before we would have with our previously scheduled Delta flights!
We dropped everything off, refreshed ourselves and headed downtown to Gracie's for a quick bite of dinner before bed.
Were we glad to be back? Maybe.
I can tell you that we leave in three weeks for Paris. What do you think?
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