The Gods Heard Me otherwise titled The Grateful Bath

So, recall my "Try me, life" post? Literally 10 second after I clicked publish, an announcement was made to our gate that our flight was now cancelled. There were no available flights that night or early morning, and each of us was confirmed on the same flight tomorrow- 6:55pm, the 30th. We would need to retreive our luggage, and be re-checked in tomorrow.

Immediately, I was surrounded by swearing, sneering, and occasionall crying people.
I, on the other hand, had the most enormous grin on my face that I'd had in day.

This was no curse. This was a blessing. This was the universe saying "Hey! You're doing alright! Have a cookie!" to my defiant spite and determined attitude vis a vis Africa.

Within two hours, I had collected my luggage, a letter of apology and explanation from the Airline...

And a voucher for a limo that would take me the downtown Sheraton, where I had an enormously hot shower, and then snacks and red wine with my parents before a night spent sleeping on a Sheraton "cot" (which was, God Bless Sheraton, a full-on single bed complete with cloud mattress, linen sheets, and down comforter). Today, I will phone to airline to confirm my connecting flight to Capetown, whenever I may get there, which is not important.

What is important is that I will be going out for lunch with my parents shortly on a wonderful Sunny Canada Day Weekend, and that afterward I will be having a long, scalding bath, possibly with a glass of something chilled and delicious and alcoholic, and then my limo (!) will pick me up at approximate 2:30, courtesy of British Airways.

I have never been so utterly thrilled. I feel like this is a nod, perhaps, to my desperate stuggling to maintain positivity and calm, and that perhaps I've done well enough to be allowed my bath after all. Either that, or the capricious, mercurial vein of Gods appreciate a good show of To Hell With You! Either way, I do not fail to fully appreciate this. My dad said last night, "We were worried you would have to sleep on the floor! We didn't know if our room would fit a cot!" And I shrugged, drank my wine, and replied "The floor is horizontal, not in an airport, and near you both. Three blessings, right there."

Ok, more on my feelings about this later. Now- To the Pickle Barrel with my Parents!

Thank you, Universe! If my flight to Capetown takes 4 days and I arrive half-dead and zombie-like, I will be glad I arrived at all!