Those old clothes, new luggage, and Walgreens......

The scenery on our flight was ever changing.  We flew over rivers, deserts, flatlands, and snow capped mountains.  Our flight arrived in San Francisco ahead of schedule, and we were truly excited to be at our destination.

We went to the baggage claim area to retrieve our luggage.  We waited around for a few minutes and finally bags of all shapes and sizes began to roll out.  We watched and waited and watched and waited, but our bags never appeared.  Sigh.  Everyone else on our flight had taken their bags and departed.  There we stood, pitiful and bagless.

My brother and husband spoke to someone with the airlines and they assured them our luggage was accounted for and it would be arriving soon.  We switched flight destinations from Sacramento to San Francisco, and of course our luggage had gone on to Sacramento.  They said our luggage would be delivered to our hotel that evening between 8 and 9.  Well, it wasn't.  We stayed up until midnight awaiting our luggage arrival and finally just slept in our travel clothes.

Oh what a miserable night.

The next morning, my husband called the airlines and found out that our luggage ended up on a United flight.  We flew American.  Once again we were assured our luggage would be delivered to our hotel.   (Imagine Sonia moaning.....)

I HAD to have clean clothes!  I was a desperate woman!  My good husband insisted he could find me some clothes. 

It was still fairly early and "shops" weren't open yet.  The hotel clerk sent my husband to Walgreens to buy me some clothes.  Ahem.....Excuse me?  My husband left the hotel for his shopping adventure.  I stayed behind locked in the room wearing rumpled clothing.  I finally had to venture out for fresh, cool air and well, I didn't have a room key to get back into our room!  Imagine Sonia moaning again.......

Oh y'all!  You can't imagine the joy, and I do mean sheer joy when my wonderful husband returned to the hotel with a brand new sweat shirt and brand new sweat pants!  Oh, and "personal items" as well.  He was beaming.  He pulled the sweat shirt out of the bag first.  It was gray.  Yes!  Gray tshirts and gray sweat shirts are always the softest, right?  Then he started pulling the sweat pants out of the bag....and he pulled.....and he pulled....they just kept coming!  He apologized as he held them up. "4 X was the only size they had", he said.  Oh my, oh my, oh my!  I started laughing and couldn't stop!  At that moment I didn't care what size they were.  Those sweat pants were clean, new, and soft gray.

The sweat pants are now the official "traveling pants".  I proudly wore them all across Northern California that day.  I will insist that anyone I know take them along on their next vacation.  I'm anxious to see how far these pants will travel.