We arrived at the airport on Friday afternoon and were told by the person checking us in that there was bad weather in Philadelphia (our connecting city and the airport from which the plane we were taking back to Philadelphia was flying). We were told that if we made it to Philadelphia and missed our connection to Brussels, there was nothing the airline could do for us. The next flight to Brussels wasn't until Sunday, so we would be stuck in Philadelphia and lose two days from our vacation. And, because the delay was weather-related, the airline wouldn't pay for our hotel expenses in Philly.
It soon became clear that there was no way we could make the connection. Brian talked to the airline representatives and managed to get us on a direct flight to Brussels leaving the next day at a major airport about 100 miles away. At least we would only lose one day in Belgium.
We called our dad (he had dropped us off at the airport) and he made a return trip to pick us up and bring us back to our hometown, which is located midway between the two airports.
Here are Brian and Claire, waiting for our dad to arrive:
Along the route, we saw an overturned car. It didn't look like anyone was injured.
We decided that even though we weren't en route to Europe, that didn't have to stop us from drinking some Belgian beer. Determined to make the best of a bad situation, we headed off to a local store that sells many European brews. The Allagash is labeled as Belgian-style white beer (biere blanche) and the New Glarus as Wisconsin Belgian red (kriek).
Here's Brian pouring some of the red. It was delicious!
Claire got to spend some extra time with her cat, Frogger. Our parents were watching him for her while we were out of town.
We spent the rest of the evening eating and chatting, readying ourselves for the travel ahead.
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