Nothing ever quite works out the way you plan. We flew into New York from Rome on time, but we sat (crawled) on the runway for about 50 minutes. Between that and waiting in line for 25 minutes to check baggage at the only desk Delta had, behind a man with a Major Problem, we missed our flight to DC. No more flights out until morning...
Matilda and Anna of Alitaria at JFK in New York are ANGELS. They found us a room and a car to drive us to the motel and back to the airport in the morning. The final flight home ultimately was swift and uneventful. Its only memorable quality is that the airplane was freezing cold. Yet it got us where we needed to go.
Ah...my first night ever in New York, and I did nothing but sleep.
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