All good things must come to an end, but as Grant said to me this morning when I was getting weepy about our honeymoon ending, this is truly just the beginning of the rest of our lives together!
Our flight from St. Croix to Puerto Rico was on American, but the rest of our return was on Delta. Our flight left at 2, giving us an hour layover before we were scheduled to depart Puerto Rico. However, we were concerned that an hour would not be enough time to claim our baggage and check in to our new flight, and we wanted to be sure that we could check our bags all the way through to Ontario Airport. If not, we wanted to fly standby on the earlier flight, which would leave us with a 4 hour layover…plenty of time to claim our bags, check in, and….sit.
So we arrived at 10 at the airport where we could indeed check our bags all of the way through. So we checked in and then drove to Christensted for lunch at Rum Runners. We also spent some time looking through the fort that once guarded the harbor. In addition, it served as the town prison.
Interestingly enough, the prison once was home to none other than the mother of Alexander Hamilton (who grew up on St. Croix!) Rebecca had been forced to marry at a young age and a few years later she decided to leave the marriage. Her husband had her imprisoned for a few moths to try to change her mind. After she was released, she eventually did leave her husband and later lived with another man for many years. They had two sons, one of which was Alexander Hamilton! Later Rebecca traveled back to St. Croix with the boys, while the father stayed abroad and was generally not supportive of his sons. Rebecca died and the boys, being illegitimate, found work as apprentices. When Hamilton was 18 or 19, he wrote a letter to his father (who lived on another island, I can’t remember which one) which vividly and poignantly described a hurricane that had hit and devastated St. Croix. The letter was published in a newspaper. Several wealthy people were impressed by the letter and decided to finance Hamilton’s education. He went to study at British colleges founded in the New World, which is what brought him to America at the dawn of the Revolution!
Anyways, we enjoyed our last morning in Christensted and got back to the airport at about 1. Even though St. Croix is a US territory, it is considered a point of entry and so we needed to go through customs, which didn’t take long at all.
Our flight to Puerto Rico on our little ATR was short an uneventful. We arrived at our American terminal and had to walk three terminals away to get to Delta. Upon arrival, we found out that our flight was delayed 2 hours, which meant we would miss our connecting flight. Witho0ut much trouble, Delta was able to book us on American home through Dallas. They gave us confirmation but told us we’d have to go to the ticketing counter to get our boarding passes. We were fairly confident that we needed to go to American ticket counters, as we were now flying American, but since we were three terminals away, at Delta, we decided to stop there first, just in case. BUT no…we were supposed to go to American they told us.
So we walked over to American and waited in line. We got to the agent at 4:10 (Our flight left at 5:00) The agent looked up a whole bunch of stuff and made a few calls and at 4:20 said that we needed actual tickets from Delta first. She told us to go back to Delta, get the tickets, and then come right back to her (don’t wait in line). SO we walked all the way back to Delta, and talked to another lady who spent two minutes bawking about how we would never make the flight before we finally said not to worry, we’d make it, if she’d give us what we needed…Back to delta we go with tickets in our hand and the blessed lady at the delta counter had everything ready for us, boarding passes all printed and a minute later we were on our way through security.
Boarding was to start at 4:35 and we arrived at 4:40 to an overflowing terminal and announcement that boarding would be delayed at least 30 minutes. By 5:30, the announcement was that there were equipment problems and they were looking for a replacement aircraft while working to fix the problem. They were aware that most of the people on this flight were connecting and assured us that if connections were missed the airline would provide rooms for all travelers needing to spend the night.
We left at 6:45 Eastern Time from a different plane at a different gate, and arrived in Dallas at 10:15 local time, an hour and 15 minutes later then expected. Fortunately, all connecting flights had delayed departures, and were supposed to leave at 11:00. Unfortunately, due to weather, Dallas was backed up, and there were 45 planes ahead of us, causing us to sit on the tarmac for another half an hour. We arrived at terminal A and took the Sky tram to terminal C arriving at 11:00 ish, with the plane boarded, full to capacity, and not taking any more passengers.
So, we got in line to rebook for the next day, and overheard that we wouldn’t be getting out of there until 8:40 the next evening. So as we waited Grant got on the phone and called American, and rebooked us himself into LAX arriving at 2 in the afternoon. When we got to the gate agent, who was stressed and slightly testy, but not exactly rude, we confirmed that our new itinerary was on the computer and wrote down our new flight numbers.
Then we asked about hotels. She said that the hotels close by were booked for the night, and the only ting she could offer us was Wyndam in downtown, where taxi rates would be phenomenal. She suggested that we just stay the night in the airport. Then she said the distress rate was $69 a night. We asked if the airline would pay for that. She said no, the airline doesn’t comp. We said that in Puerto Rico, they were pretty clear that if we missed our connection we would have hotels provided for us. The agent said that by provided they meant we would find rooms for us, but not pay for them, The airline can’t compensate for weather delays….
….that’s when we figured it out…
We told her we understood the weather policy, but explained that our delay was not due to weather, it was due to mechanical problems in Puerto Rico, and as such, we were pretty sure that we were entitled to a comped room.
“Well, “she said, “if that is the case your right, let me check you flight number.” And THAT is how we became the heroes of the night. The agent asked the people in line behind us if they were all from the Puerto Rico flight and told the agent next to her that we were all entitled to free rooms. This was met with cheers and wild applause…the man next to us busted out a bottle of wine while two others hoisted Grant and I on their shoulders and pranced us around the terminal to a rousing chorus of ‘For he’s a jolly good fellow.” While flight attendants released pressure valves around the three nearest gates sending floods of confetti into the cheering terminal….
I digress…
So were given a room at the Hyatt which was, quite literally, right across the street and through a parking garage (They had a shuttle, but it was faster to walk). Our room was really nice, room service was very reasonable, and they even gave us a travelers kit with toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, razor, shaving cream, and deodorant. I was left wondering how many other people from the Puerto Rico flight who missed their connections understood that that were entitled a free room, as well, as there were many many other passengers delayed due to the weather…and the agents seemed to assume all of the flights were weather delayed.
So we spent a lovely night in Dallas, which was actually good because we were both very tired and were not really looking forward to another 2 hour flight. We caught our first flight to Austin with no trouble met our connecting flight to LA…
Oh and bonus, we sit here on our flight to LA in row 3, which is actually the first row, bulk head, with lots of leg room…in first class…where we were treated to lots of drinks, warm mixed nuts, and a full meal, salmon for Grant and mushroom pizza for myself, thanks to the delightful women who hooked us up with the earlier flight home on the phone last evening, and thanks to grant’s foresight to call while we were waiting in line for the agent.
So, as our flight prepares for descent, I think I shall put this computer away, stretch out in first class, and hold my husband’s hand, as we prepare to land, and go home.