Except we’re not.  Nick tells me we’re going on an epic trip.  Then I woke up on the plane to hear about some sort of mechanical failure of the engine.

I decided that sort of inconvenience was something I wanted no part of.  So I got back in the bag and passed out.

Next thing I know we’re sitting at an airport in Iceland watching bags go around and around and around on the conveyer belt.  I thought we were going to London.

It’s been an hour.  I’ve given names to the luggage –I’ve seen them go around so much.  There’s one!  Hello luggage buddy.  That’s purple tag.  Next comes green checkers.

And there’s my bear bud.

He looks about as thrilled as I feel.