Oh No! My Daughter Missed Her Connecting Flight to Barcelona

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I have a nail-biting update on two earlier stories — all about the contents of my daughter’s suitcase. Her visit will be the first time I’ve seen her or her husband for more than three years.

They arrived in Paris this morning. They had a connecting flight to Barcelona, but the security lines were so long they missed it.

It’s not a rare occurrence, I know, but after a journey that started the previous day, an additional seven hours hanging around the airport is a nightmarish prospect.

Not a good start to a long-awaited reunion.

I’m guessing the luggage . . . and the suitcases with the Little Debbies. . . went on to Barcelona and will be waiting for my daughter to collect them.

That’s the nail-biting part.

Living in France: Here’s What I’ve Asked My Daughter to Bring Me From America. . .

LIVING IN FRANCE: Little Debbie will soon arrive, safely packed in my daughter’s suitcase . . .