I took a Delta flight through many cities to get to Nice in late June. My suitcase contained three boxes of Cheez-Its (a special request), Crest whitening strips, Neosporin and coffee coolers—among the few items globalization has not brought to France—along with tango shoes and too many clothes.
It’s never a good sign to have your originating flight delayed. The two-hour time between connecting flights in Atlanta and Amsterdam ended in sprints to make boarding at the next gate. I arrived on time in Nice, but my bag arrived 24 hours later. . . .
The airline travel care package consisted of one large t-shirt and very few maintenance items. The only advantage to a delayed bag is that riding the number 250 bus to Juan-les-Pins was much easier. . . .
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