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Did I mention that one of the airlines lost a piece of our luggage? Well, they did. We saw it go on the plane in Charlotte, but we didn't get it back when Martinair bumped us from our Orlando flight. We've been trying to track it down ever since. On Friday, I got an email that says:

Thank you for contacting US Airways about your baggage. We apologize you have been without your luggage and we thank you for your patience. We have checked your file record and see that your luggage has arrived to the destination city and is available for pick up. emphasis mine

So we came to the airport a day early to make sure we had time to get our bag. We got to Amsterdam at noon. It's now 4 o'clock, and I don't have my bag. I have a headache, a righteous anger and a cranky baby, but I don't have my bag. My bag that contains all of Alex's new pants and my external hard drive. Which is storing most of Piper's baby pictures. Which is why this is not just giving me a headache, it's breaking my heart.

The man at the baggage claim that handles US Airways stuff says the tracking number I have is no good here; it's only good in the United States. The people at the U.S. 800 number say the bag is here. Or maybe it's en route. When I called back today, they said maybe it wasn't quite here yet.

I hope I never have to fly again.

posted by Nichole @ 10:04 AM

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