It’s Christmas Eve and instead of being in roasting chestnuts on an open fire with the Wards in Vancouver, we are at a Howard Johnson hotel in Portland. Yep. Thanks to three feet of snow in Vancouver, we joined the ranks of troubled travelers as our connecting flight from Portland to Vancouver was canceled at the last minute, leaving us stranded in Portland on Christmas Eve. After reaming out the poor customer service agents at the counter, we explored our options.
- Fly out on the next flight to Vancouver at 10am Christmas morning
- Take a flight to Seattle at 9pm Christmas Eve
- Cancel the flight and drive six (or eight or ten or twelve, weather pending) hours to Vancouver
We opted with the first. Thankfully Air Canada was able to get us on a 6am flight to Vancouver first thing tomorrow.
As we were on the phone working out the details for a hotel room, the thought crossed my mind – what if there aren’t any rooms for us to stay in? As frightening a thought as it was, immediately I thought of Mary and Joseph, finding no room in the inn and settling for the humble stable instead on that first Christmas night. We were not the first with frustrated travel agendas. This certainly put things into perspective for us.
So whereever you are, Merry Christmas. We hope you made it home for the holidays.
PS: word to the wise – always fly direct, especially on Christmas Eve