We arrived in Preveza yesterday after a more hectic than usual trip.
It all started three days before we were due to set off. We got t-boned by another car in Phoenix. The car looks in a bad way and Lori got a concussion - I guess she won't be playing football again any time soon. So that messed up an already aggressive schedule but we pulled it all together and got to the airport pretty much on schedule.
Our normal approach of booking a single itinerary with a single airline (and their partners) failed miserably. We started off in Phoenix on American. The "automatic" check-in system couldn't read our passports and after typing in all the details(!) it then told us we couldn't check baggage because it was less than forty-five minutes before take off. When we pointed out to the human sentry-bot that it was actually MORE than forty-five minutes to our take-off time, you could see the wheels turning but no words came out. I have rarely seen anyone look so perplexed - "this does not compute". But thank heavens for elite status - not usually much of a benefit but at least it got us to a real human who processed our booking quite easily.
The flight to Chicago was uneventful. But what British Airways had neglected to mention was that we needed to change terminals, go back out of security , get on a train, and get back through security again. All in just over an hour!
Heathrow wasn't too bad. We had just enough time to grab breakfast in Gordon Ramsey's restaurant. Enjoyable as always. A night at the airport Sofitel and the long taxi ride across to Preveza.
True Colors looks great (thanks Ruairi, Vicky and team). Paperwork and provisioning to do before we set off on Wednesday